#either sibling or uncle nephew

[wolfiesmoon]

Ratted out

sometimes friends and family accidentally (or purposefully) reveal things they shouldnt :)

characters featured: Leona, Kalim, Jade, Jack

ufff idk whats wrong with me but i ended up creating an entire (unrelated to this fic) movie plan related to twst this is mentally stable activities, truly

also unrelated but the new event got me SCREAMING how do they look so good😫

ᐟᐟ☆๋࣭ ⭑໑ Leona Kingscholar

when hanging out with your boyfriend Leona, a little lion boy suddenly jumps him and he immediately lets you go

who is this child???

"Uncle Leona!" the boy clings onto him and you can feel the annoyance eminating from Leona

it's like its own aura thats how annoyed he is🥴

so his nephew (you presume) looks to you all of a sudden and asks "who are you?" with an innocent look on his face

"I'm his lover...?" you said, a little unsure. But when you looked to Leona, he had a look of pure horror on his face...? What is even going on?????

"What?! No way, you're dating Uncle Leona?!" the kid got all excited and ran off somewhere before you could stop him

"...What have you done?" Leona hissed at you through clenched teeth, holding his forehead

you do realise you just revealed that he's dating you to the most big mouthed child in the world, right? that his whole family will know in a matter of minutes, right? that you've basically just invited yourself to every future family gathering at once, right?

and sure enough, in a few minutes he got a surprised text from his brother which he left on read 💀

"Damn brat..." he muttered under his breath, you still confused over what just happened

ᐟᐟ☆๋࣭ ⭑໑ Kalim Al-Asim

let's be real babes there is nothing for his siblings to rat him out on because he immediately told his family he was dating you

however....😈

his siblings happened to overhear a little something...

"Hey, hey." one of Kalim's younger brothers pulled your sleeve, wanting to tell you something

"yes?" you answered absentmindedly, thinking he's going to start talking about a strange thing he saw today or something

"Kalim's gonna marry you." he whispered to you, looking around to make sure no one heard

You laughed a little. "If you think so." you pat his little head

"No, he was like, asking mom if he can marry you soon. We heard it." another one of his brothers joined in after hearing the tea being spilled

"What?! Really?!" you're both extremely surprised and happy and mad at his brothers for ruining the surprise right now

oh well, what's done is done, and now you know Kalim is SERIOUS about you

that gets you thinking about wedding stuff now...🤔

What none of you know tho is that Jamil overheard all of you

"Okay, maybe we need to scrap the whole surprise wedding proposal thing..." he sighs, making a mental note of it and preparing to dissapoint poor Kalim

ᐟᐟ☆๋࣭ ⭑໑ Jade Leech

jade is like... oddly nice to you after you first meet him

you're a little wary of him considering his reputation but he hasn't done anything weird at all so... might as well accept his gifts?

one time he approaches you with jade in tow and you think absolutely nothing of it since they're together like 90% of the time anyways

"Hello there, are you enjoying your lunch?" he just sat down next to you without asking if he can at all 😔

"Uh, yeah, I suppose." you didn't really know what to tell him and it seems he doesnt know how to continue the conversation either so u just kinda... stare at eachother while Floyd casually steals a bit of ur food

"Maaaan, aren't you like, supposed to be crushing on Little Shrimpy or something? Then taaalk about stuff, I'm bored." Floyd looked bored when he saw the two of you didn't start talking about weird stuff

Jade simply smiled at you, telling you to ignore Floyd

But on the inside he was planning approximately 10 ways to... get rid of someone without others noticing

or alternatively, just beating the everloving crap out of his twin brother if the first plan is not a possibility

"Do you have a crush on me?" you wanted to know now...

"That's for you to think about." he smiled oddly eerily, but then just started talking abt something mundane 😥

ᐟᐟ☆๋࣭ ⭑໑ Jack Howl

You're visiting him for the first time because you got curious what his family is like

OF COURSE HE'S AN OLDER BROTHER IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW

his younger siblings immediately ambushed you with their little sniffer noses as soon as you stepped in the house🤔

"Who are you?" they asked, always curious about anyone that Jack brings over

When you told them who you were, they immediately ran away to "TELL MOM" and were literally screaming that the two of you are dating so loudly that the whole neighborhood could hear

You could also hear some woman (who you presume is his mom) laughing from somewhere in the house so uhhh.... atleast she isn't mad about it?

You looked back at Jack who seemed more annoyed than anything

"Aren't you gonna... go stop them?" you asked, raising a brow.

"Nah, I was gonna tell mom I'm dating you anyways. I'm just mad that they beat me to it." he crossed his arms, huffing in annoyance

"Actually, speaking of, isn't me dating you kinda a big deal? You told me before that wolves have one partner for life." you actually got kinda nervous, i mean, you gotta impress his family good now

"It is. But I think everyone's just happy I got someone at all." Jack looked at his overly excited siblings who were still celebrating

"Wow, that's sad." you sassed him 😝

"...I shouldn't have brought you."

[iscdisc]

I made another tier list ! 👍✨

This time I finally did the duos for 2012 (At least, of the main characters-) ! So all 5 boys, all 5 girls, and Splinter / Shredder / Tang Shen !

All these are done under the lens of either platonic or familial dynamics depending on the pairing (I'm going to make a ship related one another time-) ! I really wanted to include Shredder with his niece and nephews, since Shredder being their Uncle should have been utilized way more in the overarching narrative in my opinion- I also tried to find odd duos like Y'gthba with Mikey or Raph / Leo / Donnie with Renet ! I unfortunately couldn't find images of Shinigami with Raph / Leo / or Donnie,, 💀

Here's a link to the tier list if you guys want to do your own ! 🫶✨

[beemovieerotica]

Please explain the gay gene deconstruction! Years ago, I had a theory that it was a random thing for animals so that they could raise offspring that were orphaned (so that heterosexual parents could keep reproducing), but I realize now that that's kind of stupid.

Regardless, I'd like to hear your thoughts on it!

bottom line is that a gene whose purpose is its own annihilation runs contrary to like, the entire process of inheritance.

saying that a gene exists to cut back on reproduction means that it would automatically cease to exist before it gets passed on to the next generation - so then this person is arguing that a mutation with the exact same outcome keeps cropping up independently of every other time it happens - so we're betting on this 1 in a billion possibility happening over and over and over

he pivoted to saying that maybe something is happening epigenetically, which, fair, environmental conditions could trigger a change in gene expression - but again, this runs contrary to competition and natural selection for an organism to limit its own reproduction in order to allow SOMEONE ELSE to reproduce?

we see time and time again regardless of environmental limitations on space and resources, organisms will either go "fuck it, we ball" and spew out a million offspring (trees) in the hopes of drowning out others, or "i prommy i'll be careful next time" (a hamster eating its babies, conserving resources and storing fat for a better future reproductive outcome.)

there is a VERY SPECULATIVE case to be made that in heavily genetically similar populations, where survival hinges on a relatively long period of raising offspring, a gay gene would be beneficial but ONLY IF YOUR SIBLINGS ARE SPEWING OUT BABIES THAT NEED A GAY UNCLE/AUNT TO SURVIVE. it literally only makes sense under these conditions, because you DO end up benefitting genetically, because raising your biological nieces and nephews mean that a portion of your genes are passed on.

^^^ but this is also not at all what he was talking about, and it would happen independently of overpopulation conditions, where the gay gene is like a recessive trait that just pops up from time to time

anyway. yeah i have strong thoughts about this lol

[ofjonsafame]

Thoughts on : Jonsa as a political match

I would love to hear other people’s thoughts on this by the way, it’s all just fun escapism from real life for me!!

I was thinking the other day about how ridiculous it is that in the final season of game of thrones, a Jon and Sansa match was NEVER presented, by anyone. In any other actual historical scenario, this would be almost instantly an idea in many advisors minds.

The whole point for them is to keep the North safe, which can only really be done with a northern and southern alliance. Obviously, with how it ended, Daenerys wouldn’t have been happy with this ending personally. Logically though, if she believed Jon to be on her side and her ally, it would be perfect for her.

If she can’t have children, she needs heirs, or it’s all for nothing. Those heirs would ideally be of her blood. Again, without that there is no new dynasty or restoration of her house. It begins and ends with her, which never feels like her goal or ideal outcome.

The North would have little choice but to support her rule, if northern children were being brought up in Kings Landing to one day succeed her. They would be the mix of the north and south so desperately needed to secure Westeros.

For people who are bothered by the cousin thing, you probably aren’t into history, because if you were, you’d know this was the norm for most of human history. Gross to us now (obviously), but a relatively new taboo. Incest, until recently, was really only frowned upon or forbidden between the closest of blood relatives. So nephews/ nieces with Aunts/ uncles, parents with their children, and siblings.

Cousins, on the other hand, were a great way to keep wealth and power in the same hands. For the common people, it was more a lack of options, a familiarity brought by isolation and less movement. Most people lived and died pretty close to where they were born (for the most part), and those villages and towns were often made up of a variety of cousins, through years of staying put.

Knowledge of the consequences on offspring of familial relations, was not in the mainstream mind until the early 20th century, and even still, royals continued to practice cousin marriages.

To look at this show or book series through a current day lens is boring and not of the asoiaf world. So looking from a historical lens, at the time this is set, almost all marriages in prominent houses, had either grandparents or great grandparents in common, for the reasons above.

In what world would political advisors to kings and queens, with all their motives of money and power and land, be squeamish or cower to the impropriety of it. To them this would be like winning the lottery. The power stays in the north’s hands, and appeases the new Queen. I think they would be clawing to immediately propose a match between them, honestly.

Their children would be the end of the divide within the realm, a new hope and peace. They were not close as children, and even if they were, again, realistically the people advising wouldn’t give a fuck. So many historical brides were dragged down the aisle in tears begging their father to save them from their fate.

In a match between Jon and Sansa, while uncomfortable at first, eventually would become the norm. She would not have to be afraid of what man she has to suffer next, because she knows and trusts Jon, which accounts for much more than some viewers seem to think.

In a real life historical scenario, I think she would agree to the match quickly, or even plant seeds to suggest it herself. He, of course, would be reluctant but would see an opportunity to protect her, and in turn her other siblings.

In history, warrior kings don’t become kings by playing it safe, and shying away from what needs to be done to secure their line.

For me, this is actually the most frustrating thing in the final season of game of thrones. To not acknowledge the truth of Jon’s lineage, and the way it significantly shifts the chess board, feels like a mistake in a more historical context.

For a show that is all about incest in some moments, they seem to have been too squeamish to embrace the one time it would actually be acceptable, and make logical sense.

Maybe the books (the never ever published books most likely) will do a better job of fleshing this out, especially when the parallels to Ned and Cat seem so glaringly obvious. The people around them, and Sansa herself, (Jon to a lesser degree) have been bred to see these opportunities and harness them to their houses advantage.

To me, it’s the only pair that makes any sense, if trying to preserve the historicity of it.

Without this match even being SUGGESTED, by Davos or the free folk or another of the northern lords, this whole “Aegon Targaryen” plot point is, well, pointless.

*One more thought. I understand the ick factor for some people. However, historical accuracy would demand this or a similar match for any king or queen. Think Habsburg’s, Plantagenet’s, and even the current Windsor’s.

Maybe I’ve spent too long reading about history and I’m just de-sensitized to it, but forgive me for finding the idea of Jon and Sansa a reasonable choice, in a show where Theon fingers his (actual) sister, and main characters in early seasons are the product of brother-sister incest.

🤷🏼‍♀️

Would they really be so terrible?!

They are cowards for never once addressing this clear path, historically taken thousands of times.

** last last thought. They did have a chemistry/tension, and I doubt it would have been hard for either character to fall into a comfortable routine of being married to the other.

[bootsukki]

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(i don't know if i'll delete this tbh)

As you’re about to answer Yachi’s question, your phone pings and you grab it, opening your messages.

t.k: hey, do you have a lot of homework?

you: yeah, ig, why?

i thought that instead of going out for dinner we could grab something from the store or order take out and work together

if u want, of course

yeah, fine by me! Are you okay with that?

wouldn’t have proposed it if i wasn’t

i also need to talk to you about something

You heart leaps. Has he seen you talking with Atsumu? Has Kageyama told him?

okay, see you soon then? I need to grab mail from downstairs and prepare my stuff but I’ll be there in 10-20 mins?

cool, see u

Yachi was still looking at you when you finished texting but you simply smiled.

“I’m going to grab the mail from downstairs and then I’m leaving.”

“Oh, okay. Will you be back soon?”

“I don’t know, I guess so but still, if you need something, I’ll literally be next door.”

“Oh, okay!” As you stand up from the sofa, Yachi smiles, grabbing the TV remote and turning on the device. “Have fun.”

“You too, are you finally going for drinks with Yuki?”

“Maybe, we’ll see.”

You nod, making your way to your bedroom, which looks a bit messy, considering you spent almost an hour deciding what to wear to the volleyball match. Humming a song, you quickly put away your clothes in the closet and tidied everything on your desk, making sure you put all the important things in your backpack to study and make your way out the apartment in less than five minutes, saying goodbye to Yachi.

You knock on Tsukishima’s door and wait for a few seconds until Yamaguchi opens the door. His hair is a bit wet and he smiles, moving to let you in. You leave your backpack next to the living room table and notice that the shower is running.

“Is Tsukki showering?”

“He is.”

“Mind if I leave my backpack here while I go and grab the mail?” It’ll take me two minutes.”

“Sure! Tsukki is probably finishing soon, want me to get you something to drink while you’re out?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” You open the door again and wave at him, closing the door behind you. 

You make your way downstairs, walking down the stairs instead of taking the lift, walking past some neighbours that were either going out or into their apartments. 

The keys to the mailbox jingle while you grab them and you unlock it, finding some envelopes from the student’s office and a envelope filled with small hearts and clouds meant for Tsukishima.

One of your eyebrow raises, not surprised about the fact that his mail was in your mailbox, but stunned at the drawings. The letter comes from one northern city of Miyagi, which you don’t know much of and you quickly look around the envelope to find a short but cute message on the back.

“Hi, uncle Kei!” filled with smiley faces and other hearts. You didn’t even know he had a nephew or niece. You didn’t even know he had siblings.

You smile softly, making your way upstairs again, knocking on his apartment again. This time, it is Tsukki who opens the door for you, his hair is completely soaked and he’s trying to dry it with a towel. He looked… relaxed. 

“Got part of your mail.” You give him the envelope. “A love letter.”

“Is it?” Tsukishima looks at the envelope and you can see the smallest smile making its way to his face. “Oh, yeah, I get a lot of these. Jealous?”

Tsukishima sends you a glare as he makes way for you to enter and you quickly take a look at the living room. Somehow, during the two minutes you have been out, Hinata and Tanaka had made their way into the apartment. You nod at Tsukki and grab his hand after taking off your shoes, leading him into the living room as if you haven’t noticed the other boys and giggle.

“Not jealous…” You pull him a bit closer to you, grabbing his arm as you placed your head on it. “Are you ready t-Oh.” Your eyes land on Hinata and he looks at the way you are grabbing Tsukishima, clearly surprised. “Hi guys, didn’t see you there.”

“Hi there.” Tanaka says. “Don’t worry about us, we are waiting for Yamaguchi to finish his little routine so we can go out and give you… privacy.”

“How nice of you, Tanaka.” Tsukki adds, softly pulling away from you and leaving the envelope on the table before looking at you. “Do you want to buy something for dinner or should we order?”

“I don’t mind, whichever you prefer.”

“Are you coming to our party of Friday, (Y/N)?” Tanaka asks.

“I haven’t even asked her yet, idiot.” Tsukishima interrupts him before looking at you. “We usually have a get together after a successful match and…”

“Yeah, I’ll go.” You answer and Tanaka cheers. “It’s not like I’m doing anything this Friday.” 

“Then, I’ll count you in. Bring some friends if you are up for it. If you bring the blonde girl, you’ll probably gain points with Yamaguchi, he’s got the biggest cr-”

“Tanaka!” Yamaguchi screams from the end of the hall. “Shut up!”

“Oops.” Hinata and Tanaka smirk. “Sorry, captain.”

Yamaguchi, blushing, made his way to the living room, pushing the boys towards the door. Between laughs, the three men bid goodbye and left the apartment.

“Made you green tea.”

“Huh?” You mutter, looking at Tsukishima. “How…?”

“Started boiling water before my shower and I… I remembered that you liked green tea because you drank it when we meet at Suno’s, so… but I can make another thing if you are not…”

No! I love green tea. Thank you, Tsukki.”

You watch him as he makes his way towards the kitchen, grabbing two mugs and filling them with the tea he prepared, towel laying on his shoulder. You feel your ears go warm and cough slightly, sitting down in a chair, looking at the envelope in front of you.

“So… Nephew?”

“Actually, niece.” Tsukki leaves the steaming tea in front of you and you nod, muttering a quick “thanks”. “She’s 6. Maya, she’s my brother’s daughter.”

Tsukki grabs the envelope and opens it, taking out two pieces of paper. One has, in messy handwriting, a message you cannot understand while the other has a drawing of, what you assume is Tsukki and the little girl. There are volleyball balls, dinosaurs and lots of hearts in it. Tsukki smiles and for some reason, you can’t keep your eyes off of him. 

“Do you have siblings?” Tsukki asks you, still focused on the drawing. 

“I do. Shota, he’s 17. He’s in that… weird age when he doesn’t talk to me a lot but he’s great.”

“How long has it been since you last saw him?”

“He lives in Tokyo and I haven’t been there for a year or so.”

“Tokyo?” Tsukki leaves the drawing in the table, grabbing his phone and opening a take-out app, searching for some sushi restaurants around. “Do you want sushi? By the way, I thought you lived in Hyogo.”

“Sushi is fine. I do but my parents are divorced and my dad works in a big publishing company in Tokyo. Shota insisted on living with him because he doesn’t like our city that much and he prefers Tokyo, so…”

“Are you going there for Christmas?”

“Maybe, I don’t know, really.” Tsukishima gives you his unlocked phone, showing you the website of a sushi restaurant and you quickly select your favourite pieces. “I haven’t thought about it. Family dynamic is weird when your parents are divorced and live in different cities, I guess.”

“I get it.”

“What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you told me you have a brother.”

“Oh, we…” Tsukki locks his phone after ordering and he stands up. “We don’t talk that much.”

“But…”

“Mind if I grab my things real quick?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Tsukki makes his way to what you think is his bedroom and you, feeling a bit embarrassed, grab your laptop from your backpack too, turning it on. Tsukishima appears, not long after, with a big book and some notebook and sits down next to you.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my question about your brother.”

“It’s fine, really. We only talk when I talk with Maya.” Tsukishima sends you a quick smile. “And… I also have a weird family dynamic. I… don’t have a dad. Like, he’s not dead, I guess. I’ve never met him, like at all.”

Tsukishima opens his book and scoffs.

“Whoever he is got my mum pregnant with Akiteru and left her alone during pregnancy but came back when he was six or so, to do the same, get her pregnant and leave her.” Tsukishima flips through pages while you listen. “When I was a teenager I would… I would wonder why my mum gave him a second chance but I guess love is blind, right?”

“Tsukki, I…” You don’t know what to say, you didn’t expect to have this sort of conversation with him, but you only nod. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

“By the way, sorry about Tanaka and his party invitation. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

For a moment, you relax, grateful that this is not some sort of question about Atsumu.

“It’s fine. I want to go.”

“I just want you to know that these kind of parties are not small. We usually join the soccer and baseball team and celebrate victories together and there are a lot of people.”

“Oh, that’s okay.” You start typing on your computer. “Just, let me know like dress code or something, I don’t want to go and look bad.”

“You never look bad. You always look pretty.” Tsukki adds. “I mean… You always… You have… cute clothes.”

You nod and look at your computer, hoping the light hides your pink cheeks.

“This chair is killing me.” You mutter as you look at the hour on your phone. 00:06. “It’s getting quite late.”

“Do you want to go?” Tsukki asks you. You have been working for almost three hours, with a food break in the middle. The truth is that, weirdly, you were really focused on your work and you were about to finish an essay, so you quickly shook your head. “You could sit on the couch if you want.”

“That’s a good idea.” You grab your laptop and move towards the couch, sighing when you body hits the plush cushions. You lay down on the sofa, placing your laptop on top of your chest, typing. 

The warmth of the laptop and the sensation of your relieved back makes you a bit sleepy and your start dozing off.

Tsukishima keeps working for a bit. He’s so focused with his task and the soft music playing through his headphones that he doesn’t notice that you have fallen asleep in the sofa until he stands up to grab water from the kitchen.

He stops, taking off his headphones, to look at you. You hair is splayed around your face and your chest rises with every breath you take. Without even thinking about it, Tsukishima walks closer to the couch and moves your laptop from your body, saving the document you had been working on and turning it off, leaving it on the dining table. 

He doesn’t have the heart to wake you up. Not when you look so peaceful, so he carefully leans down. Should he leave you here and just give you a blanket? The couch is not that stiff and it wouldn’t be the first time someone has fallen asleep for a whole night but on the other hand… 

He carefully picked you up, trying his best not to wake you up and walked to his bedroom. With a soft kick, he opened the door and placed you in his bed, grabbing some blankets from his closet and tossing one of them on top of you, before grabbing one more and, looking at you one more time, leaving the room.

[ashipiko]

—ATLAN TREIN

All information on Atlan Trein ATM! Will most likely be updated ☆

—MORE UNDER CUT

BASIC INFORMATION:

Class: 2-A

Birthday: February 12th

Height: 179cm

Dominant Hand: Right

From: Land of Pyroxene / Shaftlands

Club: None

Favorite Subject: Music

Best Subject: History of Magic

Likes: Making friends

Dislikes: Being called “Mommy’s Boy”

Favorite Food: Bread

Least Favorite Food: Pumpkin

Speciality: Getting people interested in drama

GALLERY:

VOICE CLAIM:

CALLING HOME…

— Pomefiore Dorms - Atlan’s Room —

[VOICEMAIL BEGIN]

…Moooom, I know it’s kind of late, so I’m sending in a voicemail, but— You can listen to this in the morning while you get ready, right?

I know it’s only the first day of this school year but please, can you just give me permission to go home or something?!

I don’t wanna be here anymore! Just take me back home! I’m not learning anything new at this school. Sure, the drama and gossip is kind of interesting, but, ugh, it gets old really fast.

—N-Not that I’m the one spreading it around. Of course not! You could never expect that from your beloved son.

Uncle is already starting to freak me out, though. I swear whenever I looked up from my desk during history, either he or Lucius would be staring straight at me. He didn’t call you before me, right? Don’t tell me he did! I promise, I haven’t done anything—!

Ugh, not to mention, it’s just as hard to provide for myself as last year… I honestly think the lack of roommates is more of a con than anything. It makes it even harder to talk to people, tch.

…Like, I get that you want me to learn how to survive on my own, but seriously…? I don’t think being surrounded by all of these… what’s a word that’s not pleb but similar… Ah. Idiotic peers, is the right way to go about it.

Oh! I almost forgot the most important part about today. At the welcoming ceremony, there was a huge and giant fiasco. Apparently some person not from here crashed the ceremony. And no, not not from here as in Sage’s Island, I mean Twisted Wonderland! Isn’t that crazy? It would be funny if it was through time travel, hahaha!

They seemed quite out of it. Lost for words and confused. I think they even got caught on fire. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I think I even heard house warden Vil critique them!

Ah— Sorry if that was a lot. You take a long while to apply your makeup anyways, right? It’s just that I don’t really have anyone here to talk to about this, and I’m quite bad at small talk, so…

You know.

…Well then. I love you. I hope I see you soon. And consider my request—!

Goodnight.

[VOICEMAIL END]

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TRIVIA:

Atlan is twisted off of Anastasia from Cinderella!

Despite this, he isn’t Trein’s son. He’s his nephew. I figured it would be a little funnier this way.

Atlan isn’t exactly liked at NRC. To say the least, his entire personality is that he talks about other people. That’s it. Not in a praising way either— He’ll talk about whatever things he’s heard around. Hence, his ear for gossip.

His tie to Yuu would most likely stem from Yuu hearing that someone had been talking about them in a gossipy way, and therefore finding out who it was (because Yuu protection squad is a very real and scary thing). Either that or tracking him down because they think he might have information.

Atlan’s reasoning behind all his talk being rumors and topics about other people is because he’s not very good at socializing himself. He grew up a little sheltered with a bratty older sister who he’d always fight with. Lots of screaming and the such. Both of the siblings ended up being a little spoiled, and with some unbearable personalities, resulting in people not really wanting to become their friends.

The rest of his family didn’t seem to mind the fact that they weren’t as liked as others, but Atlan always sort of wanted to find out a way to reach out. To have friends and see what the normal person’s life would be. However, due to the lack of support, every time he attempted to reach for his goal, it would end up in failure. Nobody to correct his behavior, and nobody who would try to help him understand himself.

His mother, noticing this behavior of his, decided that the best course of action would to be to send him off by himself to a school filled to the brim with other people his age, who he could learn to interact with— Night Raven College.

But you would guess, something like that doesn’t go well for a boy who depended on his mother and her money for comfort.

Like a fish on land, Atlan tries his best to be open and talk to people, but upon becoming independent, he realizes that he doesn’t really have much going for him. And as people got to know him, he felt as if they were right— He’s nothing but a person who trash talks people and brags about his money.

He cracks under pressure easily when the atmosphere is awkward, and has no idea how to go about small talk. Atlan isn’t the best person to tell your secrets to, as he’ll probably end up using it as a conversation starter.

Atlan has an oresama air to him, but he really just wants to be part of the crowd rather than someone alienated for something he doesn’t know how to navigate. Maybe one day he’ll find the right crowd to surround himself with. A helping hand to guide him. But for now, he’s stuck, enrolled in NRC under his mother’s word.

More to be added!

[sunny-mercya]

Rainy days and Bubble baths

Platonic!Bonten x Male Baby Reader

Fandom -> Tokyo Revengers

Requested by -> Anon

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Honourable mention tag -> @reallyromealone as he's a great writer and one of my inspirational muses

Mochi bounces you in his arms, slowly and steadily as he walks, for the probably twentieth time, through the livingroom, hoping to either calm you down or make you sleepy—whatever comes first, which Mochi do hope will come any second now.

Your crying only seem to increase even more, much louder than it had been before when you started with the first sniffles—Mochi also believes, he's pretty sure about this, had seen a frown on your—adorable but reddish—chubby face when you glanced at your papa and Mochi knows now, how Sanzu and the Haitani's must feel whenever they bounce or carry you around for a calming down—and while you weren't a fussy baby, far from it, there a some specific things which makes you wail into a banshee like hoarseness and sore throat.

One of these things, which makes you so fussy upset, was rain and to a certain extent of degree water in general—but rain, the mere sound of its droplets, was enough to make you cry till you either vomit from overworking yourself or getting to the point of exhaustion.

There's a reason why you hated rain so much, it's the fact—although Kakucho was the one to point it out, or more like seeing a connection between your constant crying whenever it rains—that Takeomi had been the one, who found you during a nasty storm near the dumpster behind one of their clubs.

Although that had been three years ago—adopting you was a impulsive decision from Mikey and when the others had to, in secret secrecy, guess as of why their boss would do such, it was probably because of the reason that Mikey had lost all his siblings and wants to fill a gap in his heart—you still reacted catastrophically badly, doctor and therapist saying it's a trauma response, during every single moment of rain and thunderstorms.

Ran, when walking into the livingroom after coming back from some grocery shopping—thanks to Kokonoi, who forced him and Rindou to come along—cooed loudly upon seeing your adorable face.

»Aww, did scary old papa Mochi upset you, little duckling?« he asks, bending down—one hand in his pockets—to be face to face with you, tapping his finger onto your cute little button nose.

Despite your crying, which seemed to only subside a tiny bit—minds a bit occupied with the purple in your uncle Rans hair, a colour which always pulls your eyes in—you scrunched up your face, frowning at Ran and Ran mirrors your frown, sighing.

And Rindou, leaning against the doorframe, watching the whole interaction between his brother and nephew—Rindou and Ran both coming to the conclusion, after your adoption, that being Uncles sounded much cooler than being called dad or papa—knew very well that Ran takes it always more to heart, than Rindou himself does, when you wouldn't be that giggly with either of them like you are with Kakucho or Takeomi for example.

»Oh, shut up Haitani.« Mochi barks out, annoyance swiping across his face, not in the mood for any kind of Ran's antics—not when you're still being fussy and Mochi himself feeling the exhaust, he adores you, but he's nearing his age of 35 and carrying you around through the early mornings of 3AM to the here and now of five in the afternoon, because all the others seemed to have magically vanish—more like bailing out of the shittiest sides from their responsibilities—and leaving him to do the works, does pull at him a bit.

»Fine, fine. I'll leave our fussy duckling to your care. C'mon Rinny! Let's order some food or tease Kokonoi into cooking.« Ran waves a goodbye towards you, strolling his way towards the kitchen.

»Asshole.« Mochi was sure he said the curse words so lightly under his breaths, that you wouldn't be able to hear it, but when you let out a hiccup of a gulp, Mochi was quick to add a; »Don't repeat it mini mochi,«

~~~•~~~

Takeomi had discovered, in the early stages of adjusting to your discomfort towards water, that warm bubble baths was something you really enjoyed—so much that getting you out of the tub afterwards was making you just as fussy as the problem with water—which only consisted of the sounds of rain and touching water—itself.

While bubble baths are your only water enjoyment, Takeomi also had discovered that taking such bath, during your fussy phase, calms you so significantly down—that nothing makes you cry, except for thunder and lightning—because those are really scary, which even Kakucho has admitted (to you)—afterwards, not even the continuing of rain, as long as you're safely tucked in into the arms of and Bonten Members.

Neither the Haitani brothers nor Sanzu would ever admit it, but bubble baths are time was their personal favourite time of the day—because it's a moment of time where they could hold you, without you making a frowning face and it's not like they assume that you don't love their company or their hold on you—whenever it was their turn to carry you around—because you do, otherwise you wouldn't giggle at them or letting out your mouthful of gibberish with their butchered up names, it's just the others were a bit more in your favouritism.

»You want the frog or the whale, [Nickname]?« Takeomi asks you, holding up the two toys in your area of sight.

Squealing happily, you raised your tiny hands up, »Froggy! Ashi! Froggy!«

»Yes, yes, little prince. Here mr.froggy comes, flush!« Takeomi drops the toy into the water, making you squeal in delight once more—a stark contrast to your crying half a hour (and all the hours of the day before) ago.

Takeomi bites a bit too hard onto his lollipop, a replacement for his cigarettes whenever he's inside the house, making it crack into pieces—Takeomi honestly wishes the person, who had dared to leave you all alone by yourself during such a nasty weather, to never be found by him or any other member of Bonten.

Just look at you, a smile graced Takeomis lips—upcoming seething anger gone instantly washed away by just seeing your happy face—how you played with your toys, babbling some story to Takeomi, all the while you yap in between your needy demand—Mikey has spoiled your appetite rotten with his own eating habits—favourite snack.

~~~•~~~

»Actually,« Kokonoi chimes in, having come into the livingroom when hearing the louder getting voices—their childish arguments hearable enough for every imaginary neighbours—of his colleagues, wiping his hands off a towel and crossing his arms—leaning against the doorframe, »it's Mikey's turn.«

It's always a bit of a mini battle against one another of who would snatch you up to have their turn of cuddling with you, especially after bubble bath time—because after such, you were the most attention seeking, in the most positive way, baby to have around—and it once, their constant fighting, had gotten so far that Kakucho had established the rules of turns.

Rindou had half a mind to wave Kokonoi off, but his colleague is right, it was Mikey turn and not only that, but they also hadn't seen their boss in almost a week.

Kakucho takes you from Takeomi's arms, »I'll go and bring our little munchkin to Mikey.«

They all knew that Mikey has depression and this week was one of the weeks, where Mikey had hit his lowest point again—locking himself up into his room to sleep through all the days or just staring hours at the wall or ceiling.

But Mikey does have a soft spot for you, had gotten all pouty and mad once—it was during one of his weeks—when he couldn't have his cuddle turn with you.

»Mikey, the little prince wants some cuddles from you.« Kakucho knocks a few times on the bedroom door, waiting a few minutes till he hears the unlocking mechanism.

Mikey takes you from Kakucho arms, into his own, holding you close as you greet him happily—although slowly giving into your upcoming drowsiness in—by patting his face with your grubby hands.

And Kakucho watches how Mikey shuffles back inside, not caring to lock the door again, barely hearing the hoarse whisper from his boss towards you,

»My little sunshine,«

[sarnai4]

Idealism

In the spirit of the holidays, I started imagining what it would be like if the main immortal Greek family was...actually loving. You know, one without abuse of any sort or adultery. Since some relatives obviously wouldn't exist without the latter, let's just pretend that Zeus and Hera allowed an open relationship. Okay, with that out of the way, let's begin.

Zeus - He would be the best aspects of a father. The king would protect his family with everything he had and offer guidance. Maybe it wouldn't always be the best advice (wisdom certainly isn't his domain), but he tries and they respect that. He loves his wife, siblings, and children dearly and only wants the best for them.

Hera - Similarly, she would be the best sides of a mother. The queen cares for her children and comforts them. Even the kids who actually aren't hers, she still is there for. With her domain, she is a bit of a matchmaker for other immortals and butts in a lot, but nobody can really complain because she's normally right about stuff in this area.

Poseidon - He would be the fun uncle. He'll pick on his siblings (mainly his brothers), but it's good-natured and if it's not directed towards himself, Zeus joins in. He's still is responsible when it comes to caring for the sea and everyone in it. Mainly, he only loses his temper when someone pollutes the ocean or hurts marine life.

Demeter - She would be the aunt who the kids go to when they have a problem that needs immediate action. It doesn't matter if it's over grief or something dangerous. She's very compassionate (and will kill someone who hurt her family). Normally, she isn't too fond of Poseidon's jokes, but she tolerates them. She is terrible at jokes and this amuses her nieces and nephews.

Hades - He would be the uncle who's gone to when the kids just need to talk (counselor uncle). He will attentively listen and offer any help that he can. The Underworld is always available as a place to go when one of his relatives just needs a break from the rest of the world. Also, out of all the elder siblings, the most pranks are pulled on him, but he's a good sport about it.

Hestia - She would be the aunt that all the kids protect. Her siblings probably do this too. She is just the sweetest and so innocent that no one wants her to ever see anything violent or be sad. Athena and Ares refuse to even talk to her about their work because it's too violent for her ears. She's also the baker aunt, which only makes her family love her even more because her food is amazing.

Athena - Now, we can get to the real advice-giver. She would be the wise, big sister who takes that role very seriously. She is happy to be the acting parent (or commanding officer as she would call herself) when Zeus and Hera are busy. She can be strict with her siblings and wants them to have a well-rounded education, but she also will let them cry in her arms if they are sad and will torture anyone who caused that sadness.

Ares - He would be the protective brother. Ideally, Athena never has to torture anyone because he would probably kill whoever hurt their siblings before news reached her and nobody better hurt her either. He likes to help the others with their hand-to-hand combat and tries to remember to not be too hard on them. He also gets way more excited about every new milestone than anybody else, so he's celebrating stuff like "little immortal's first fight."

Apollo - He would be the doctor brother. Anytime someone gets injured, he is chastising them as he patches them back up. He both hates that because it means that one of his siblings got hurt and loves it because he knows how to help. He's also an undercover bookworm who loves to nerd out whenever he gets the chance until Artemis falls asleep on him.

Artemis - She would be the sporty sister. She's very competitive and challenges her brothers to wrestling all the time (specifically not Athena because she knows she'll lose immediately). She and Apollo are basically inseparable.

Hermes - He would be the devious brother. Athena and Ares receive the brunt of this since he thinks they're the most challenging to prank and wants to test his skills. In the most dire situations, he'll stop messing around and really does have his family's backs.

Dionysus - He would be the party brother. He's putting on plays for his family all the time. The only time he isn't, he's trying to make them drinks and get them to loosen up. He hasn't managed to get Ares drunk yet and is proud of the one time he got Athena to drunkenly start singing with Apollo. He and Hermes cause chaos together, but he can't run as fast, so he always gets caught.

Hephaestus - He would be the inventive brother. He loves making stuff for his family. Whenever one of his siblings needs a new weapon or anything else, he's making it before they even have to ask. Sometimes, he just surprises them with stuff to see them smile.

[karusthings]

.⋆˚࿔ b e t t e r a l o n e - t. todoroki ࿐˚⋆.

ꎫ──[ husband au ; headcanons ]

character dynamicꎫ── husband!dabi x f!reader

summaryꎫ── request! when his family discover that Touya had a family; a wife and two beautiful twins.

content warningsꎫ── hurt no comfort, angst, mention of trauma.

wordsꎫ── 664.

comissionerꎫ── anon ♡

¡! ❞ masterlist mha.

After all this time, after everything you've heard about them… you couldn't bear to see them. You were angry, hurt, and determined to keep them away from you and your family.

Rei would be decayed.

– The fact that her little boy had a family made her happier than you could ever imagine.

– She remembered you. You used to play with him every time he had some free time, and you were the first to witness his progress with his quirk. Rei was deeply surprised when you said "I would never take the risk of you throwing boiling water on one of my children"... A wave of sorrow washed over her, knowing for certain that she would never get to see her grandchildren.

– When you reminded her of that fateful moment, she couldn't help but understand your point of view, feeling something break inside her. So, she wrote you a letter, even though she knew it would probably never be read.

– "I hope that they grow as strong as their father."

Enji would be shocked.

– If he felt useless when he found out his son was alive, discovering that he had a family who loved him brought both relief and shock. The worst part was that he didn’t even remember you. He couldn't recall seeing you around the house, or on the street... never near Touya. That’s how distant he had been from his own son.

– The look in his eyes was tired. Because of him, his wife and children had lived difficult lives. And now? He had broken them once again.

– He wouldn’t argue with you. Instead, he would understand your decision and lower his head gently. He had changed a lot over the years.

– "I just ask you to please give them a chance. It’s only my fault."

Fuyumi would be broken.

– She was overjoyed when she found out her older brother was alive —despite the situation— and when she learned about the little twins, Fuyumi nearly fainted from happiness.

– But once you told them about your decision, she was the most affected. In her mind, she had already made countless plans with you and the children, all of them crushed beneath the weight of the past.

– She understood, of course she did. But even so, she had held onto a sliver of hope that everything could become just a painful memory, nothing more. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She had tried so hard to reunite the family, to piece together a life made of dust… but you didn’t give in.

– "I can still be their teacher, if you please let me..."

Natsu would be angry. But not at you.

– He thought his mind had finally stopped torturing him with memories of his father tearing their lives apart, but now… they were back.

– He couldn’t help but feel the urge to punch something every time he remembered that, because of Enji, Fuyumi was now crying behind the next wall, aching to meet her nephews. And he wouldn’t deny his own feelings either. His chances of being the “cool uncle” to those twins already felt lost.

– He used to take long walks, and now he couldn't help but notice the children running through the streets, imagining if this is what the twins were like.

– “He was also a little kid. This is so unfair.”

Shoto would be happy.

– Touya had never truly been part of his life, so not being included in his new family didn’t feel entirely strange. As for pushing their father away, he had done that too.

– He couldn’t deny it pained him that his mother and siblings didn’t get that same chance, and your words had been sharp, heavy with disdain, but the wounds had long since faded into scars.

– What mattered now was that, after everything his older brother had endured, he had a family. Someone who truly mattered to him, two beautiful children that will always remember him.

�� "We won’t be able to share those soba noodles, but I really hope they can enjoy them as a happy family."

¡! ❞ masterlist mha.

¡! ❞ little note; I've been wanting to write for Touya for a long time, and even if I'm not completely satisfied with the result, I'm still really excited to finally respond to this request!! Again, sorry for the delay <3

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[tf2occontest]

The Bandit (Evan) VS THE HUNTER

(Full matchup list here)

Alright team, here's a recap: This is a contest to determine who amongst you will take the top of the leaderboards and be hired at TFI! Simply put, whoever gets the most votes gets to move on, and whoever doesn't... Well. They'll be put down swiftly and cleanly. :}

So, mann your stations, because here are your next contestants! Vote for your favorite mercenary who you want to win the TF2 OC Contest! - P

OC INFO UNDER THE CUT!

We highly encourage you to take a peek to make your decision!

The Bandit (Evan)

@evangelina830

Image credit: @/evangelina830

Name: Evan Age: 23 Weight: 112 lbs Height: 5’0” Role: support Ethnicity: Mexican/American Origin: California, USA Primary: Machine pistol Secondary: RPG Melee: Bowie Knife Speed: 95% HP: 150

Personality: Despite sneaking around, being apart of their stealing technique, they have a usual very silly personality similar to Scout. They joke around a lot, and sometimes get loud depending on their mood. Abilities:

stealing

trading

sneaking

Likes:

Piano

Art

Comics

animals

Making deals/money

Backstory: as a baby, they were picked up off the side of the road, but they looked a little strange. Growing up in California, they were raised by a family of one mother, six sisters and one brother, being the third oldest of the group. They wear a human disguise because they are a secret alien shapeshifter exploring earth! (They are actually from Venus…)

Facts:

both Bandit’s use they/them pronouns.

The BLU Bandit is actually the original, the RED being the true clone. Both bandits often, casually, switch teams because they get along with them better. Although they do fight with their friends during battle!

A strange fact about Eva, is that during Evan’s cloning, they were recognized as a human, therefor, they are not an alien like the BLU Bandit.

Eva is rather monotone and speaks a lot less than Evan. Although, they are kinder if you get to know them, despite looking angry as a resting face.

Evan has a tortoiseshell cat named Molly, back at home

They shake violently when having caffeine, and since they have anxiety they either get a burst of energy, or get anxious (choosing to ease their nerves by running or dancing), so they ‘aren’t allowed’ to have it, but would do anything to get their hands on coffee cause they love the taste.

Oddly enough, BLU Bandit melts into a puddle (literally) when they feel a strong emotion (like nervousness, excitement, or extreme pain - so they often melt when they die during battle), but it’s somehow a normal thing to the others.

Relationships: Scout: He’s just too much similar to Bandit. They often bicker (usually in a playful way). Though sometimes, they like to talk about comics together.. they have a relationship similar of siblings. Pyro: Bandit and Pyro love to craft together! Even if it’s with the blood and guts of their enemies. Evan is also a good translator to his mumbling. Soldier: These two often play fight like animals, but Bandit teases him more than actually doing something. They bond over their love for raccoons and rockets! Bandit sees him like an uncle or a ‘stupid older brother’. Heavy: Bandit and Heavy have a father-child like relationship. Like they do to others, bandit likes to mess with him, but he doesn’t react as much as the rest do. So taking that into consideration, Bandit is calmer around him and nicer. Engineer: The last thing this Engineer needs is for a sneaky thief to steal parts of his machines! He gets frustrated with them sometimes, but they’ve got a silly thing going on. Bandit sees Engi like an uncle, and he sees them like an annoying little nephew. Demoman: they are very close with him - If he isn’t with Solly, he’s with Bandit or both of them! And Bandit seems to have a little crush.. they exchange platonic kisses sometimes and play piano together, but perhaps it’s a bit more than friendly. Spy: Their favorite thing to do is talk about romance and banter about how more sneaky one is. And sometimes, they secretly gossip to one another… Medic: The Medic may be the only one Bandit is afraid of, just a little. Half of their interactions are passive-aggressive. Though, on some occasions they get along relatively well, and like to talk about silly things. Sniper: While sniper studies aliens, it doesn’t help that he works with one, though he doesn’t know for sure (even though he’s correct). Bandit knows this, since Sniper sometimes tries to call them out, but they ignore it, protecting their secret, by playing it off as a joke. Besides that all, they’re quite good friends.

Why did I add (BLU) Bandit into this and why should they be voted for? Bandit is my most developed TF2 oc, inspired off of myself! I put a lot of love into their design and lore^^ I think others should vote for them because they are a secret ALIEN!👽 a funny and kind one! And I do hope others enjoy them as much as I do :3

THE HUNTER

@scozthewoz

Image credit: @/scozthewoz

hailing from the london countrysides of the united kingdom, this insatiable butcher with the cheshire grin is a teenage expert at the art of paid homocide, despite how squirrely she may look! her presentation is a vauge riddle, hinted at with hyena-like cackles, a cruelty behind her constantly bared teeth she tends to mask as friendliness. she prides herself on her toys, each of them meticulously handmade and carefully hidden like snakes in the sand, every beartrap or snare serving nicely to hold her prey in place and maim them as it does so just in case one pesky rabbit weasles out! this viscera-lusting vermin prefers a more hands-on approach when she crawls out of the walls to play, often putting her guns to the wayside in favour of her beloved knife -- and on occasion, her teeth.

a taste of blood goes a long way for her motivation, you know.. why don't we give her a little push?

[daycourtofficial]

peppermint gingerbread latte please

oh and a cupcake too. whatever the special flavor is

OKAY THIS WAS SO CUTE

Close to the coast of the Day Court held the only tropical landscape in all the solar courts. Densely packed forests with trees over twenty feet wide lay just a day’s travel from the beaches of Day. It is also where the second oldest Vanserra, Leif, was accompanied by his uncle Lucien in search of a very special frog.

Leif was much more of an outdoor explorer than either of his parents had anticipated, but nothing brought him more joy than exploring the woods around the Forest House. At only seven years old, he had made his own trails through the woods, often documenting what creatures he saw as soon as he returned home.

On rainy days, he preferred spending his time inside, playing with his siblings until they became too much for him. He would retreat to his own room, looking through his library of books.

His uncle had joined them for dinner a few days ago. Leif had been mostly quiet during the meal, letting his siblings chatter on endlessly to Lucien about their day. It wasn’t until Lucien had mentioned a researcher from Autumn coming to Day to look at wild golden dart frogs that Leif had begun a barrage of questions.

It was comical how quickly he came back to life when the topic of frogs came up, this particular species one he just read about in a book but could not fathom what they looked like.

At his nephew’s interest, Lucien couldn’t help offering to take Leif along on the expedition.

Leif found himself trekking behind his uncle, his own tiny walking stick helping him keep steady as they maneuvered through the forest.

“These trees make your uncle look young, Leif.” Rye, the researcher, spoke about Lucien as if they knew each other very well. He was slightly smaller than his uncle, his own hair a dusty brown that Leif liked.

“You’re only a few months younger than me!”

“Yes, but you carry your age much harsher than I do.”

Lucien scoffed, looking down at his nephew. “Leif, do you see what I deal with? It’s not just your parents who treat me like this.”

Leif’s giggles continued, much happier to listen than to be in the conversation.

“So, Leif, I hear you are interested in the natural world, particularly frogs?”

He nodded shyly, not taking in that Rye was ahead of them and therefore could not see the movement.

“I have been studying frogs for a long time incidentally. I like wetlands - areas where the water and the land work together in harmony. Perfect frog habitat.”

The trio moved through the forest, the chirps of insects filling the silence.

“These frogs are very interesting. They secrete poison - do you know what that is?”

Leif nodded again, remembering the poisonous berries his father warned him about time and time again.

Rye waited for Leif’s response this time. Leif felt the silence get heavier before responding, “yes, it’s when something can make you sick by eating it.”

“You are a bright boy, Leif.” He straightened his back at the compliment, the only one he really enjoyed receiving. When he thought of brightness, he thought of Lucien and how he lit up a room.

It was a high compliment to Leif.

Lucien’s hand spanned across Leif’s chest, stopping him in his tracks. He crouched down, silent as he pointed to the plant that stood next to Leif.

There on top of the giant, green leaves sat a vibrant frog, almost the color his dad’s golden rings. It had black spots on its back as if someone sprinkled black pepper on top of it.

It was small, probably the size of Leif’s pinky. Black eyes met Leif’s, and all he could do was stare in wonder for a moment before the frog hopped off the plant, further away from their path.

“Do you want to keep going, Leif? Or is one frog sufficient?”

The two males looked at Leif, waiting for his response. He swallowed his fear, not enjoying all of the attention on him.

He nodded. “Let’s find more frogs, please.”

[storm-angel989]

Part 2 please of sleep deprived Val’s daughter I’ll give you my first born 😭

(Love your works!)

Hi friend,

Thank you so so much for the compliment- I’m glad you like my writing! As much as I adore kids, I do not want your first born (but it was very kind of you to offer!). I am a much better Aunt than I think I would be a mom. I am 100% guilty of taking my nieces/ nephews to the store, buying whatever they want ( particularly slime, things that light up and loud, noisy toys), give them a huge bowl of ice cream and send them back home to my siblings house. So you probably don’t want me babysitting either LOL. 

That being said, please enjoy the below part two! 

All I can say is Good Luck, Vox!

<3 Mandy 

I slept most of the next day. 

The few hours I did spend awake, I was overly supervised. The crabbiness, the crankiness was in overdrive. I wanted nothing more than an energy drink, hell, even a cup of coffee and I was more than willing to make it everyone's problem. Finally, my Uncle Vox took me by the hand, told me he had had enough of my attitude and pulled me onto the elevator. 

“Uncle Vox, I am not allowed in Daddy’s studio,” I grumbled. “And I’m in my pajamas, so I know I’m not going to yours.” 

“You’re right on one account. But your father is waiting for us,” Vox replied as his flingers flew across his phone. “We’re going to have a little discussion.” 

I crossed my arms and pouted. With one hand on my shoulder, he guided me through the empty studio down to where I knew the nurses office was.

“Oh fuck you, I don’t need a check up,” I snapped as I stepped back. 

“Watch your mouth crabby pants,” he replied as he pushed me forward. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which is it?” 

I grumbled but didn’t respond. I didn’t doubt that one look at Vox and I would be walking into the doctor's office, calm as could be. He had that effect on people. With a sigh, I allowed him to push open the doors and lead me inside. 

My father and Aunt Velvette stood, waiting. 

“We really didn’t have to make this a family affair,” I growled. “Really, it’s not even like its complete.”

“We are grouchy today,” Velvette said dismissively. “Get into the gown. Sit on the bed. You know the drill.”

“I would like it documented that I hate all of you,” I snapped as I pulled the cloth screen closed behind me as I stepped into the little room.

“Duly noted,” my father said drily. “Let us know when we can come in.”

I changed into the gown and plopped on the bed, leaning back with my arms crossed. “I’m done,” I called. “Come in if you have to.”

“We do,” my father told me as he pushed the curtain aside. I crossed my arms as the doctor walked in. 

“Uncross your arms,” my father told me firmly. “This is how it’s going to go. You’ll get an EKG, physical exam, an ultrasound of your heart and your blood drawn, in that order. You will not fight, or your Uncle Vox will step in and you will be compliant. Do you understand me?”

The tone of his voice indicated that challenging him would be the worst idea I could have. Dejectedly, I laid down on the bed and kept quiet as the doctor stuck sticky pads all over my body. 

“I promise, the rest will be just as painless,” the doctor told me cheerfully as he detached the wires. “Sit up for me, I’m going to listen to your chest.” 

I didn’t answer and instead gave my dad my best scowl. He raised an eyebrow as if daring me to protest. 

“Babygirl,” Vox’s voice floated through the room. 

Inadvertently, I turned my head and was met with a swirling red eye and a brightly lit screen. 

“Relax and do what the doctor says,” he continued. “Come now, you don’t want to make this harder than it has to be.” 

I felt a fog flow through my brain and without really knowing why, I complied. Without protest, I obeyed the doctors every command, staying still as he listened to the inner workings of my body, and quiet even when then cold gel hit the skin over my heart. As soon as he was done, he handed me a towel and I sat up as I wiped the leftover goo away.  

“Just some bloodwork, and we’re good to go,” the doctor told me as he stood up. “Let me go get a few things while your dad takes your blood, and then we can chat.” 

“Reader,” Vox’s voice came instantly. “Look at me.”

I did as he demanded and our eyes met. Like magic, the fog lifted and exhaustion crept through me. My father sat down next to me and I laid my head on his shoulder. 

“Tired?” He asked as he pulled my arm across his lap. “Bebita, you can lay down. I can’t take your blood with you sitting like this.” 

I didn’t answer. After a moment, he stood up and Vox took his place next to me. 

“I’m sorry babygirl, I know its a long day, but we need to make sure your healthy. You really put yourself through the ringer,” he said. 

I couldn’t care about the feeling of the rubber band being pulled around the skin of my upper arm, or the coldness of the alcohol swab. “

“Little pinch, princessa,” my father warned. “Just relax and stay still.” 

I felt the sting of the needle and closed my eyes. A few seconds later, I felt him hold cotton over my arm and the sting of the paper tape to hold it in place. 

“That’s my good girl,” Valentino praised. “All done. Now we wait for the doctor to come in.”

“I want my jammies,” I mumbled into Vox’s shoulder.

“I think all the testing is done, you can get into your jammies,” Velvette replied. 

Vox stood up and as soon as the curtain was pulled behind them, I slowly undid the gown and pulled my pajamas back on. The fog had lifted, but I still felt tired. Like it would be too much effort to fight or argue anything that was said. I tossed the gown to the side and opened the curtain.

To my dismay, the doctor stood, speaking quietly to the V’s. I couldn’t read the expression on my father’s face, but all at once, I felt very, very awake.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I stepped across the floor. “Daddy?”

My father turned to look at me and all at once, his expression relaxed.

“Nothing, baby,” he said as he stepped forward and put a hand on my shoulder, guiding me back towards the bed. “Not this time, at least. Come, sit on the bed, we need to chat.” 

I sat quietly next to him as the doctor listed the dangers of caffeine addiction. From mild to severe, long term effects. 

“Most adults have some form of caffeine addiction,” he told me. “And up to 400 milligrams a day is fine for those adults. But what you inadvertently did was an overdose.”

“You can’t overdose on caffeine,” I protested. 

“Yes you can,” my father said sternly. “Your blood pressure skyrocketed, your heartbeat was through the roof. And when the doctor looked at the EKG your watch took during the time, you can quite literally see the irregularity in the rhythm.” 

“You’re fortunate you didn’t drink anymore,” the doctor continued, “and that your family stopped you when you did.” 

I leaned my head on my fathers shoulder as the doctor continued on. According to him, I was one more energy drink away from risking hallucinations, vomiting, confusion, muscle spasms, or even convulsions.

“Okay, I get it, no more caffeine, now what do I do? Am I going to be okay?” I asked.

“This time, yes,” the doctor said firmly. “The best thing you can do for your body is minimize your caffeine intake.”

“That means no more energy drinks, or coffee, for you young lady. Or for any of us, for that matter,” Aunt Velvette said.

I watched Vox’s screen glitch ever so slightly at her words. But the four sets of eyes on me again meant I had no way out. 

“I mean it, there isn’t any lasting damage that I can see, but you need to take really good care of your heart,” the doctor told me. “Got it?”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “I got it. No more caffeine.”

“That’s our good girl,” my father said with a kiss on the top of my head. 

“You don’t really mean no coffee, did you?” Vox asked Velvette as we walked back across the studio.

“Yes, I did. We can support Reader,” Velvette said with a firm smack to Vox’s upper arm. “Wouldn’t hurt to do a few days without caffeine.”

Vox mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out, but whatever he said was rewarded with another smack from Velvette.

“How about a movie when we get back upstairs?” I suggested as I stepped into the elevator. 

“I think that sounds like a good idea,” my father told me.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

A Storm of Stars - Chapter Seventeen.

Well, guys, here we are at the final chapter of Aemond and Aemella's story. Thank you for being such a wonderful audience while I told it, I appreciate you all so much :)

Summary: The Targaryen twin stars. Two sides of the same coin. Aemond and Aemella Targaryen, second children of King Viserys I and his queen, Alicent Hightower, had spent their entire lives almost as one, the lines blurring where one twin ended and the other began. What started as an inseparable sibling bond eventually bloomed into a deep, limitless love.

A day would come, though, when their love story - famed for generations to come - would be tested by the one who sought to tear them apart. When the storm of stars descended, nobody who had wronged them would come away unscathed. 

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Incest, mentions of child loss through miscarriage. Minors DNI.

Previous Chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen

“Your troops now move forward to march on Harrenhall, your grace. We have also received word this morning from Corlys Velaryon, who offers his deflection to you on the condition that he remain Lord of Driftmark, retreating there with his granddaughters. 

“I presume after so much loss, the man simply wishes for his life to return to some semblance of normality, rather than supporting the rebellion of your uncle. This now leaves us with the issue of Rhaenyra’s heir. Jacaerys we could perhaps placate in his own quest for the throne by the offer of Lord of Dragonstone...” 

His eyelids fluttered, leaning onto his hand as the words of Criston Cole became muted, slurred, Aemond feeling himself falter. 

“Your grace?” Something shook his arm. His grandsire’s voice. “Your grace?” 

He sat up with a start, closing his eye momentarily to avoid the discomfiture of knowing smiles all greeting his return from ten seconds of unintentional slumber.  

“My lords, I do apologise,” he spoke, reaching for his goblet. “Even with a nursemaid in attendance, a new child reaches sleep shattering wails.”  

Grand Maester Orwyle nodded kindly. “We understand, your grace. Would you care to reconvene at a later time today, perhaps take leave and rest a while?” 

“A king cannot rest at a time of war, whether that war is coming from afar, or from his very loud, very irascible newborn son.” Clenching his jaw, he stifled the yawn that threatened its way up his throat. “Please, Ser Criston. Continue.” 

“I was at an end, almost, your grace. As I proposed, offering Jacaerys the title of Lord of Dragonstone may perhaps be enough to make him realise that in a losing war, with allies turning cloak left and right, it is perhaps his wisest decision.” 

Aemond frowned, finishing his drink, nodding towards his cup bearer for an immediate refill. Gods, he was exhausted. Wine would have to serve as his fortification in the absence of decent slumber.  

“I do not wish to bargain our ancestral seat to a bastard,” he stated crisply, sipping his wine. “I’d sooner fucking give it to Daemon.” A pause followed, the king’s biting sarcasm settling as his small council waited on his thoughts.  

The silence of the room was then disturbed by a noise, the sounds of a babe wailing beginning to flitter through the air. Despite an entire night of squealing and refusing to settle, Aeryn was in good voice still, it appeared. It had been a week since his birth and already, Aemond was beginning to recognise what the pitch and urgency of his cries, all slightly different to the other, were coming to mean.  

This one he recognised instantly, Aeryn’s howling specific in its call to one person. His daddy. 

“No bargaining. No offers. Allow the Sea Snake to keep Driftmark, but he must attend court and swear his loyalty by bending the knee. As long as my uncle and nephew remain free, they pose a threat to my reign. They either relinquish their separate claims and live in exile from Westeros entirely or face the consequences of their continued campaign against me. Those are my terms, my lords.” 

Otto felt his clenched insides slowly unknitting themselves to hear a set of conditions so fairly given by his grandson, Aemond’s good sense and logic prevailing. While he and his daughter had been living in quiet dread of a second tyrannical ruler coming into power, another they would desperately have to tether, it seemed Aemond was settling into his position much better than they had begun to fear.  

“Now, moving forward. Lord Jasper, what is the state of play with the Iron Bank currently?” the king then questioned, steepling his fingers together before him, trying as the rest of them did to ignore the continued conniptions of the royal family’s newest member.  

While he attempted to concentrate, Aemond cursed Ceira, wishing she had taken a different direction in which to walk with his son and attempt to rock him into rest, although he realised he would not likely cease until he had gotten exactly what he wished for.  

“While the crown’s debt does remain manageable at this point, I would like to advise that we perhaps consider the raising of levies. I feel it would be in poor taste to tax the people further, given the recent spate of so many of the poorer hungering for as long as they did...”  

The wailing grew louder, Aemond’s thoughts interspersed by Lord Jasper’s continued financial summary. 

“For the love of the gods, woman. Take him elsewhere. Surely, she realises that we cannot give our tasks the utmost attention while there is a backdrop of howling?” 

“As I see it, your grace, perhaps the most efficient course of action would be to impose a slightly inflated export tax on our goods moving across the water to Essos...” 

“The fucking Red Keep is vast enough a castle. Why in the world is she sequestering herself so nearby?” 

“Even a smaller amount of coin per shipment would soon reap a beneficial sum...” 

And still, the crying grew ever louder, Lord Jasper increasing the volume of his words, Aemond’s nostrils flaring slightly as he tapped his index finger rhythmically against the table in mild vexation. 

“I cannot abscond my regal duties, yet I equally cannot put up with this cacophony for much longer. And it is I whom he wails for. Seven fucking hells…” 

The king in him was irritated by the nursemaid’s folly, but the father in him softened. “One moment, Lord Jasper.” Rising from his seat, he strode for the door, the small council all exchanging glances. A few moments passed, the sounds of the little prince’s cries falling to hush, the king returning with said little prince in question held against his chest. 

Taking his seat once more, the faces that greeted him all bore mild to moderate disbelief, a little baffled at the sight. “He will settle now, and in the interests of my concentration, if it is I who must calm him then so be it. Continue, my lord.”  

It was an unprecedented sight, to see the king sitting there somewhat happily with his infant son lying quietly in his one-armed embrace. To witness a father take such a hands-on approach with his child – the presiding monarch of the realm too, no less – was very out of the ordinary. It would be fair to say that Aemond was quite unconventional, though.  

After all, he had already sat his queen upon the council, her grace absent that morning as she continued to recover from her labours. 

As Lord Jasper resumed his report, detailing the financial state and strategic options available with the Iron Bank's current stance, Aemond's thoughts wandered momentarily to the precarious balance he was attempting to navigate – the duties of the crown weighed against the responsibilities of fatherhood. The counsel of his advisors buzzed in the background, each word a thread weaving through the intricate tapestry of strategy and governance.  

His gaze softened as he glanced down at Aeryn, still peacefully resting, his son so very content there against his chest. He had no clue at all over the weight that would one day rest upon him, when he sat in that very chair himself. All he could hope for was that by the time his son reached the Iron Throne, it would be to preside over a more peaceful realm.  

Once the meeting was at its conclusion, Aemond returned to his quarters, carefully handing the baby to Ceira. 

“I once again must offer my profuse apologies, your grace, for walking with him close to your small council chamber,” she spoke, gulping a little with nervousness. The way the king had eyed her when he had arrived to retrieve his son from her arms had been a little chilling, but as soon as he’d held his little boy, that freeze had thawed.  

“Take him in the other direction next time. While I do not seek to push aside my duties as a father, you must understand my duty to the crown prevails when I am absconded to meetings. You are never to forget that, Ceira. Do you understand?”  

She nodded, swallowing hard. “I do, your grace.” 

“Good.” Placing a kiss to his son’s head, he turned to move to the living quarters, finding Aemella in the armchair, her arms folded upon the arm, head rested down in slumber.  

A tender smile warmed his face, leaning to press a soft kiss upon her temple. He wouldn’t wake her, knowing how tiredness ached deep right to her bones. As Ceira had warned, Aeryn had indeed leaned to fussiness, refusing to feed from the wetnurse, his sole insistence centred to his mother’s breast. This left her shattered, waking three times a night to feed him. 

With a little free time between his duties, he contemplated in joining her for a moment before deciding against it. Remaining awake might serve him better than napping quicky, then thusly feeling groggy all afternoon. He chose to settle with a book, reading a volume he’d been progressing through prior to his life being turned upside down by the ministrations of his late brother.  

With only two pages turned, though, the decision was made for him over whether he was to remain awake or resigned to sleep. Lamentably, it was nowhere near as lengthy as he needed it to be. 

“Hmm?”  

Waking with a start, he looked up in a daze to see his wife, holding the book he had been reading within her grasp. She winced, looking apologetic. “I am sorry, darling love. I was attempting not to wake you. The book was about to slide from your lap to the floor.” 

Reaching for her hand, he pulled her to sit beside him. “I think I only dozed for a short time. Nobody has come to retrieve me, so I doubt I have missed anything.” 

Ever bound to his duty, despite sleeping so little over the last few nights thanks to Aeryn’s incessant crying. “You missed him sneezing earlier. Between bouts of squealing for no reason.” 

It had become a little occurrence her husband lived for, to witness the tiny sneezes of his son. Not much melted the stoic demeanour of her husband, but when their baby sneezed, he couldn’t help but find it adorable.  

“Yes, he is in good voice with his conniptions,” Aemond remarked, taking the book from her and marking the place, reaching to put it onto the table. “He also partook of his first small council meeting this morning, though he slept through most of it.” 

Aemella was taken aback a little, viewing her husband quizzically. “Well, there’s a first.” 

“Ceira was touring the corridors in an effort to soothe him, but he was howling with the ‘daddy, come at once!’ cries. I took him with me so that he would finally give everyone’s ears a rest and settle.” He paused, frowning at her beaming smile. “Stop it.” 

“Stop what?” she exclaimed softly, reaching to stroke his face. “Your softness for our babe is truly endearing.”  

He snorted a little. “It was mostly out of practicality, so he would cease his noise.”  

Aemella wasn’t fooled for a second. However, she kept it to herself. The tenderness she witnessed in her husband towards their child was a thing of heart melting beauty. He still flatly refused to change his nappies, though. As king, perhaps it was only fair he decreed certain tasks to be beneath him. Aemella was not too fond of it either, truth be known. Others, though, he happily partook of without complaint.  

“And it was said that when the mighty black dread took flight, entire towns were darkened by his shadow,” Aemond read aloud from the book balanced against his thighs, Aeryn snuffling contentedly upon his chest later that night. “The same happens now, when your mummy and daddy take to the skies aboard their dragons, too.” 

Unknown to him, Aemella watched from the doorway, her heartstrings tugged at like harp strings at the sweet sight. “Your grandsire was the very last rider of Balerion, before he died of old age.” The babe then gurgled, shuffling his feet around as Aemond continued. “No, my son. Otto is your great grandsire. He is a Hightower, and they have no place aboard the dragons.” 

It made joy and humour bloom through her, the way Aemond would pretend the boy was asking him questions when he made noises, giving his nonsensical mutters a reply. And on he continued with it after another gurgle. 

“What will your dragon be like, you ask? Well, I suppose we are to wait and see upon its hatching. Do not be discouraged if it does not, though. Our ancestors claimed failed hatches to mean an ill omen, but the egg placed within my cradle did not hatch. Now I ride the biggest dragon in the world.”  

It was one of Vhagar’s eggs, laid a few moons prior that sat within the cradle of prince Aeryn, one which had been kept warm beside the fire in anticipation of his arrival. His parents saw it as a favourable omen, though, that for the first time in many, many years, the mighty dragon had laid a clutch at such a time, as if anticipating her rider’s offspring requiring a dragon of their own.  

“How long have you been standing there, hmm?” he asked, Aemella moving toward the bed, very happy to climb upon it and rest her weary limbs. 

“T’was not for long.” Reaching over, she stroked the soft, silver wisps of her son’s hair. “I find it lovely, when you read to him.” 

“He will be well-informed and well-read, this boy of ours. I always intended to begin this from day one by reading to him myself.” 

Her hand moved to his chest, gently stroking beneath his clavicle, shuffling closer to rest her head next to his shoulder. “You will be vastly different to our own father. I always knew that you would be, before you even vowed it.” 

While king Viserys had always appeared to make much more time for the twins than his other offspring, his presence within their childhoods could still have been at best described as fleeting.  

“I want him to know who I am,” he sniffed, closing the book and gently lifting Aeryn to place him into his mother’s arms. “I will be a father who his children can find safety and comfort in, not someone who merely turns them over to the nearest servant. This is not the way deep bonds are formed.”  

As his wife cradled their son, Aemond's gaze softened further, and he sighed contentedly. "I want him to see me not just as a king, but as a father who is present, involved, and loving," he mused, his fingers idly tracing patterns on the bedspread. "He will grow up understanding that while he bears the weight of our legacy, he is also cherished beyond measure."  

Aemella, with her concentration upon lowering her dress to allow Aeryn to latch, murmured her agreement, feeling the warmth of their son's small body nestled against her. In that tender moment, bathed in the gentle flicker of the fireplace, they found a profound sense of unity and purpose, as if the future of their family was being forged in the quiet strength of their shared devotion. 

“I think that beneath my tiredness, I am gladdened by his choice not to feed from the wetnurse,” she spoke softly, raising her son’s tiny hand to her lips and kissing his little fingers. “I enjoy the bonding of feeding him myself. I might not think quite as favourably when I end up with sore nipples, though.” 

Aemond raised an eyebrow. “I can always kiss them better for you.” 

She looked a touch pained, reaching to softly poke him between the eyes with her index finger. “You shall rein in those desires, husband. Until I am at least a little less broken from childbirth.” Her eyes fell to their child for a moment, a fleeting glance then meeting him with a sultry smile. “Do not assume that I do not burn for you still, though. The mind is willing, but the flesh is weak.” 

“I can wait.” he chirped, settling down beside her.  

The pledges that they made over the way they would raise their son on that night certainly stuck, as they would with every day and every moon that passed. As that time turned into years, the bonds they cultivated with their son only flourished further. Aeryn grew under the watchful eyes of his doting parents, thriving in an environment filled with endless love and unwavering support.  

Aemond's determination to be a father of both strength and gentleness never waned, and Aemella's nurturing presence became the bedrock of their family. Together, they navigated the challenges and triumphs of parenthood, always prioritising their son's well-being and happiness.  

Whether through late-night readings by the hearth or the tender moments of shared laughter, the legacy they built was one not only of royal duty but of profound familial devotion. The same promise was upheld to Aeryn’s eventual siblings, too, the Red Keep filled with the sound of children’s laughter, much to their doting parent’s delight. 

Except when perhaps the three Targaryen hellions were up to the kind of mischief they maybe shouldn’t have been... 

“Hide, quickly!” Aeryn whispered, grasping his younger brother’s wrist and tugging him down, he and Aurion muffling giggles behind their tiny hands, hearing the footfalls of their father’s boots echoing throughout the throne room.  

“I wonder where my boys are?” he called, seeing a wisp of silver hair behind the Iron Throne itself. Aurion was never all too good at concealing himself. “Verily, they shall find themselves in trouble should they not reveal themselves.”  

He kept his tone cool, yet Aemond could not bite back the grin as he quietly crept forwards towards the throne, his stealth meaning his sons screamed giggles echoed loudly when he finally located them.  

“There they are!” His eye widened, his face half stern, half adoring father. “And what in the name of the gods are you boys up to, hmm? You know you are not allowed in here.”  

“Playing battle!” Aeryn announced, brandishing his wooden sword and waving it around.  

“Can battle not be played outside? After all, we are finally enjoying summer upon us after the many years of winter.” Indeed, since Aeryn’s birth, the realm had been plunged into a cold that had lasted for six long years. 

“But we’ve been outside already, and the battle had to move within!” 

Aemond rested to his knee, reaching to ruffle Aurion’s hair. “Was this because the ladies of the court spoke of you disturbing their peace?” 

“They are boring!” 

At five, he would naturally think that. “Well, you cannot remain in here. Come on, shall we go and find your sister? Wherever you two happen to be, the third is never far behind.” 

She wasn’t either, the silent creeping of tiny, three-year-old feet sneaking up to smack him across the back with her own wooden sword. Just like her mother, she had never been one for dolls. 

“Got you, daddy!” his little girl shouted in triumph as he turned, feigning his death. 

“Oh, the princess has indeed slain the king!” he cried, lifting her aloft as he lay back. “Whatever is the realm to do without its illustrious monarch?” 

“Place me on the throne!”  

Of course, she’d say that. Aelora had made every single one of her demands known in great voice ever since she had learned how to talk. “I think Aeryn might take exception to that, my little darling.” 

“I would,” the boy vouched, puffing his chest as he rose to his feet. 

Aelora would not be dissuaded, though. “He will do as he’s told!” 

“I will not!” 

“You will!” 

“And that is quite enough squabbling,” their father interjected with, rising with the little princess in his arms. “Come along, let us go and find your mother.”  

While the boys dashed off ahead, their volume preceding them out of the throne room and through the corridors of the castle, Aelora remained within her father’s arms.  

“Daddy, daddy,” she began, her hands weaving into his long, silky silver tresses. “When can I go and see my pony?” 

Ahh, the tiny, yet ferocious beast she had so amusingly named Teddy. Twice since his purchase he had kicked Aemond, his shin and thigh a host to the semi circles of hoofprint bruises. “I have duties to attend to presently, but I shall allow some time before supper. Shall we ride out to visit with Vhagar?” 

“Yes!”  

The pitch of her response caught sharply within his ear, but with three children now, Aemond was very much accustomed to the noise. He often felt something was amiss if he were to go without it for too long, in the moments when their nursemaids would take them outside, or they would go off and ride under the watchful eye of Falion Sand to give him and his wife a few moments of peace.  

The little princess was still yet to be competent, led aboard Teddy by a stableboy around the paddocks while receiving her basic tuition. 

“Mummy!”  

Aemella had been arranging a bouquet of flowers she had collected from the gardens in a large vase quite contently when the shout of her name disturbed that peace. For her children, though, she was only too happy to allow it. 

“Hello, my little sweetling,” she spoke warmly, Aelora wriggling to be set upon the floor, dashing across their quarters and into her mother’s arms. “You look very jolly, I must say.” 

“Daddy is taking us to see Vhagar!” 

Oh, how she adored the mighty, elderly dragon. With only one of the eggs hatching for their children, Aurion’s small, bluish green and golden dragon Skyfyre, her little ones were obsessed with going to see the sole fully-grown dragon who tolerated their presence safely.  

“May I come along, too?” she asked, turning her head to receive a kiss from her husband. 

“You’d fucking better,” he whispered discreetly, “I am not herding them by myself.” 

Not that he would be alone, of course, but he preferred to have his wife at his side for extra support in minding their brood. As the king, his journeys were always under escort by members of the Kingsguard, newer knights Ser Brandon Tarly and Ser Liam Tyrell both accompanying the royal family on their ride out along the coast.  

When they arrived, predictably, the gargantuan dragon was sleeping. Her snores sent gusts of breath through the long grasses, the familiar whistle from Aemond rousing her from slumber.  

“Konīr ziry iksos, issa lovely uēpa riñnykeā,” he spoke warmly, lifting the princess from her pony, the boys waiting patiently once they had dismounted theirs and taking their mothers outstretched hands.  

“She is a lovely old lady, isn’t she?” she chirped, shielding her eyes from the sun as they slowly made their way towards the dragon. 

Aemond raised an eyebrow. “You understood that, what I just spoke?” 

“Kessa.” Aelora confirmed. Gods, this child. Bright was a complete understatement.  

Nearing her, they waited until she was fully awake, the beast lifting her head from the ground to lean forward, her noises soft in greeting, a content, low rattle within her throat. Sniffing them all in turn, she then met Aemond with a soft shove, the king smiling warmly at her, reaching to stroke the crest of her nostril. Predictably, she soon rested her mighty head to the grasses beneath her again, her huff ruffling the boys’ hair as they let go of their mother’s hands. 

“Be steady, my sons,” Aemella spoke, “remember your respect.”  

Aeryn and Aurion carefully approached her, the former stroking the huge plane of her lower jaw, his younger brother softly patting her dark scales. The tiny princes looked even smaller in her presence, her glowing amber eyes swivelling to view them, her knuckling noises continuing.  

“We love you, Vhagar,” Aeryn cooed, kissing her scales, the great beast huffing a soft snort. How she put up with much from her riders' little ones. Fyreclaw was not as welcoming, the king and queen never trying again to introduce their precious children to the often-ill-tempered beast. His loves were Aemella and Vhagar, with a mild tolerance begrudgingly shown toward Aemond. The list ended there.  

“Tell her in High Valyrian, my son,” Aemond insisted, “so that she understands you.” 

“īlon jorrāelagon ao, Vhagar.” he spoke perfectly, after a moment of pause to think on the words. Six, and he was tackling his language studies exceptionally well, now able to hold small conversations with his father and mother in their ancient tongue. 

The dragon seemed to grow weary again, her eyes falling shut, Aemond running his hand over the point of her muzzle once more before the family departed. As they rode back to the castle, he kept his eye upon the skies, ever searching for the one who flew free. 

“He has not been sighted this far south for some time, darling love,” Aemella spoke, turning her attention away from where their children rode ahead, Aelora led as usual by one of the stable hands. “Wherever Vermax flies, tis’ nowhere close to here.”  

After the death of his rider at the hands of his stepfather, without Jacaerys’s claim to him, Vermax had since flown wild. He neither turned up at Dragonstone nor Kings Landing any longer, yet Aemond was always on the lookout for the erstwhile creature.  

Peace had been restored to the realm as of two years past, where upon the slaying of his stepson, Daemon had been threatened to be overpowered by those loyal to both Rhaenyra’s heir as well as the surging army of the Greens. Grossly outnumbered and with few remaining loyal to him or his claim, he had taken to Caraxes, flying out across the narrow sea.  

He had last been heard of arriving in Essos, he, his sons and his dragon taking up residence somewhere not far from Asshai. His daughters, it seemed, had wished to stay with their grandsire upon Driftmark.  

Aemond cared not for the finer details, only that the menace he had once so looked up to remained as far away from Westeros as possible. There, he would likely find another house to preside over, more battles to concern himself with, and an abundance of whores willing to fall to their knees for a Targaryen prince.  

He would be quite content with that, Aemond often thought. He did not discount that perhaps further into the future, he might encounter his rogue uncle once again. One could never truly tell with Daemon. 

“I would like for Vermax to settle,” the king spoke, placing his reins in one hand and reaching the other toward his wife, who mirrored his movement and laced her fingers with his. “Syrax eventually returned here, and I do hope to find another dragon. I seek for Aeryn and Aelora to possibly bond with them, if such is at all achievable.”  

Aemella looked upon him lovingly, touched that her husband wanted his children to have everything that they had and beyond. “If it is meant to be, then he shall come. Or he will return to Dragonstone, and mother will alert us to his homecoming.” 

In the years since her dismissal from court, Alicent had enjoyed a more sedate pace of life, thriving in her role as a grandmother, but ultimately seeking a place to call hers in which she could live in the peace that she craved. She had been granted it, as well as the title of Lady Alicent Hightower of Dragonstone, where she, the dowager queen Helaena and princess Jaehaera now all resided. 

Finally, a peace stretched across the realm, once in which the presiding monarchs knew their father would be proud of.  

Aemond's thoughts drifted to the days of old, a life that seemed very distant from all he now had, every battle and sacrifice that had led to him attaining it, too. He pondered the legacy he would leave behind for his children, not just one of power and prestige, but of wisdom and resilience.  

Chiefly, they could thank their wonderful mother for that, who never faltered in showing both qualities no matter what she came to face.  

As they neared the castle gates, illuminated by the setting sun, a sense of contentment washed over him. The realm was quietened in harmony, his family were safe, and the future looked brighter than ever. He squeezed Aemella's hand, grateful for her unwavering support and love.  

He had never forgotten that he had all of this because of her. 

Once supper had been served and eaten, the children were taken to their quarters, leaving their parents in peace to sit out on the terrace. There, they drank of fine wine and the tranquil atmosphere, on the first of what promised to be many a balmy summer evening to follow. 

“You look contemplative, love,” Aemella spoke, reaching for his hand.  

“I am.” His fingers skimmed her knuckles, wrapping her hand in the soft grasp of his own. “I find myself very thoughtful this evening, sweet wife. All that we have faced together that has led us unto this moment. It’s quite staggering when you contemplate the odds we fought against, in order to remain together.”  

His mind had turned over the many ways life could have ended up for them in the time between, wondering how he would have fared in a life of separation from her. He wouldn’t have, he always assumed, for without his darling Aemella at his side, he would have burned everything in his path in an unrelenting quest to bring her back to him once more.  

And if he didn’t, she’d have. 

“Destiny can be shaken, but it can never be changed in its charter,” she spoke wisely, releasing his hand and rising from her seat. Moving to him, she seated herself upon his lap, winding her arms around his neck as she pressed a kiss to his head. “You and I, we were always destined to have this.”  

He smiled, tucking his head beneath her chin, breathing in her scent. “I believe you are correct, precious one. There is more we are destined for as well, tonight especially.” 

“We are? What might that be?” she questioned, although she needn’t have. She knew the connotations of his huskily delivered words.  

He placed a kiss at her throat, standing with her in his arms. “An early night.”  

While peace and tranquillity swathed the realm in a sweet hush enjoyed by many, there was no such quiet in the king and queen’s quarters that evening.  

“My first,” he murmured, her dress falling to puddle at her ankles. “My last,” he continued, her undergarments being deftly cast aside. “And my only.”  

Laying her on their bed, his eyes and hands roamed her beautiful skin, mouth soon to follow. He heaped upon her every ounce of his adoration, her hands pulling him from his clothes, naked skin pressed together, kisses rapidly gaining fever.  

As the sun sank into the sky that evening, the temperate climate cooling a little, the heat between them only grew like a plentifully stoked fire. They were, as they’d always been, entwined on a level that went beyond the love and passions they shared, becoming one again and again.  

Twin stars forever orbiting the other. There was no everlasting love in history quite like the one shared between King Aemond and Queen Aemella, and there would be nothing like them again.  

Perhaps they were not twins stars after all. Maybe, the twins instead were comets, streaking through the sky beside one another, lighting up the dark with the blaze of their love before they returned to stardust. There was no denying, though, for as long as they reined, they twinkled the brightest for each other. 

While her love slept, Aemella found herself a little restless shortly before dawn was about to break, quietly creeping from her bed and sliding on her silky robe over her nightdress. Calling for Ginny, she asked for some tea to be brought to her, gently pacing before the door of her quarters while she waited for the beaker to be brought up from the kitchens.  

With her tea in her grasp, she ventured through the vast corridors of the castle, everywhere shrouded in tranquil quiet. Reaching her workroom, she took a careful sip of her cherry and chamomile tea, walking out to the terrace. 

“Good morning, my little beauties,” she addressed her various fledglings, all flourishing well beneath their spotless, glass domes. “We certainly look very pretty today.” Taking a small vessel of water, she lifted each with care, quenching their soil, doing her pruning where necessary as well.  

The dutiful care of her plants still filled her with a sense of purpose and accomplishment, coming to the very last, her favourite. Its orange blooms caught the rays of the rising sun exquisitely, Aemella certain it was surely the most beautiful rose she had ever grown, thrilled to see further buds forming upon its thorny stems.  

While the sleepy realm below her lay mostly quiet those days, she would always be prepared to defend what was hers, should she need to. Not for one minute did she expect her uncle to remain in his self-imposed exile within Essos, for one. However, if he did ever intend to darken their shores once again, she would be prepared for his arrival.  

The same would surely prove true for any other would-be threats towards her family, too. The queen certainly did go a long way to earn the nickname she was eventually given in years to come... 

“Still engrossed in your tale, princess,” Ser Davos observed warmly, entering the room given to the little girl there at Castle Black. “What part are you up to now?” 

Shireen marked her place, stretching her toes a little further towards the roaring hearth. “I’m reading of Queen Aemella’s fondness for her plants. In particular, how it was said she used a specific one to smite her enemies.” 

The knight sat down in the armchair close to her, widening his eyes a touch. “Aye. She was quite famed for that, so she was. She could have reduced her enemies to mere ashes in an instant aboard her dragon, but she was cunning. Some still refuse to believe it of her, so gentle and graceful as she was.” 

“What do you believe, Ser Davos?” Shireen asked curiously. 

He took a moment to ponder. “I think she did what she had to in order to protect her family, princess. After all, King Aemond I’s reign was very peaceful, until it wasn’t. And we all know that story, don’t we?” 

She smiled, flicking on through the pages of her book. “We do indeed. I think I am just coming to that part of their tale now, in fact.” Raising a dainty hand to her mouth, she covered her small yawn, her sweet eyes growing heavy. “I think it is a story for another time, though.” 

“Will you read it to me, when you get to it?” 

“Always,” she nodded. “Or I could read it with you and teach you, so that you can enjoy the books for yourself?” 

His heart could have burst with love. “You would do that for me?” 

Shireen placed her book down, rising to her feet, leaning to kiss the knight atop his balding head. “Of course, I would. Like Queen Aemella, I would do anything for those I love. I will retire now, though. Goodnight, Ser Davos.” 

Clutching her little hand in his, he smiled fondly. “Goodnight, princess.” 

Once she had departed for her bed, the knight reached for the book, lifting it to his lap and opening the pages. Though he did not understand the words, it filled him with a sense of hope that one day, he’d be able to without assistance. The illustrations, though, needed no such tutelage to understand.  

The illustration of the Sunset Rose was only one of them, the famed sigil synonymous with the very first woman in the history of Westeros to be named Queen of the Thorns. 

That tale, though, was indeed for another time.  

The End.  

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You really got me with the Baelon and Aemon feelings with the Regnal Au.

Just-

"Baelon and Aemon," Daemon said, irritated that his father refused to take either the compliment or the bait. "They are twins. That is a bond they will have their whole lives. What better bond to honor than yours and Uncle Aemon's?"

"I recall Viserys saying you favored Aegon."

He had, but that had been when Daemon had been expecting a single son or daughter. A grand name, to herald a grand legacy. But two sons who had shared the womb, who already seemed upset to be parted for too long-

There was only one bond like it that Daemon had known.

Beautiful. Exceptional. Poetic.

Painful.

Why don't you just stab me in the heart?? It would hurt significantly less. I was legitimately close to tears when I read that last sentence...

But seriously, you write Baelon and Aemon so well, and they're not even alive nor the focus of the main story! Your parallels between the three generations of Targaryen brothers get me every time. Aemon and Baelon were the living, breathing image of what a bond of true, love, loyalty, trust, and friendship between brothers looked like.

When Daemon got older and as his and Viserys' relationship became more and more strained, the thought of his father and uncle, and the unbreakable bond they shared, probably just seemed so unattainable, perhaps even impossible to him.

And so many years later, in the main story verse, when the twins come along and Daemon sees just how much they mean to each other. How they communicate, how they protect each other, how they make the other laugh. Daemon has witnessed this before. It's been a long time, but he's seen it. Seen it in the way that Jon angles his body in front of Rhaegar's when he feels danger because that's what his father did. Seen it in the way that Rhaegar places his hand on Jon's should and calms him with a look because that's what his uncle did.

When Daemon meets his sons, he realizes that the bond his father and uncle had wasn't as impossible as he thought. Special, yes, but not so impossible as to never see it again.

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Sorry this is super long! I just have so many thoughts and feelings about them, and then I just started rambling like crazy, plus I'm really tired. Anyway, I love your writing. Thanks for taking the time for it!!

It is my goal at all times to get people with the Aemon and Baelon feels, if I'm being honest. 😅 Just as canon!Rhaegar haunts the ASOIAF narrative, those two haunt Resonant. It's always been a story of three sets of brothers to me, for all the plotting and candle shenanigans going on throughout. The way that Viserys and Daemon are haunted by their two father figures, and the fact that neither of them can a) live up to either of them or b) even come close to the bond and friendship between them.

Like. I do think that an unexplored thing in a lot of the earlier canon stories so far is the Targaryen brother-brother dynamic. We know what a brother-sister "close" dynamic becomes: a marriage, since that's how Targaryens work. But what about two brothers? The fact that kepus means both your father and your uncle could be as simple as "teehee it's because your father is your mother's brother, making him your uncle too!" But I think it's more than that. That the Valyrians, to prevent familial infighting, truly did encourage the friendliest bonds possible between siblings. Your uncle is your kepus because he's just that close with your mother and father. You are like his son, in the same way that your cousins are like your own father's children.

Did it always work? I'm sure it didn't! There are plenty of ways personalities can clash and lead to friction/enmity. But recall that Maegor did not betray Aenys directly. He clashed with his sons after his death, which certainly does break the "your nephews are like your sons" sentiment, but he held the bonds of brotherhood between them sacred enough to honor his right to the throne. What he did to some of Aenys's children after was less heartwarming, of course. But there seems to be, at least closer to their departure from Valyria and its Doom, a sense of loyalty to one's siblings. Aegon himself elevated Orys, his bastard half-brother, to the rank of lord over all of the Stormlands, founding House Baratheon.

The most notable departure is of course the Dance, when those bonds of brotherhood (sisterhood) are utterly severed, to the point of kinslaying. But after, you still have pockets of tight bonds. Aegon III and Viserys II, for example.

(And of course not all brother relationships are equal! Aemon and Baelon had their inseparable bond, but neither formed much of a connection with Vaegon, and Baelon eventually grew frustrated enough teaching him to send Alyssa to face him in combat. Their differing ages and interests separated them, which meant there was really only one cluster of close siblings: Aemon, Baelon, and Alyssa. Did this also occur in old Valyria? Perhaps. Or perhaps, culturally, more was done to encourage harmony within the family.)

Okay, sorry, long aside there!

Back to Daemon and Viserys and their feelings of inadequacy as relates to their father and uncle! Like you said, it's such a shining, even idealized bond (I'm sure they had their occasional squabbles, as any siblings will), it feels like they can never achieve anything like it. I think the early days, when Viserys was throwing council positions at Daemon was him trying to live up to it that way, the way he imagined Aemon would have trusted Baelon to assist him. Except Viserys still saw Daemon as immature, and let Otto turn that into suspicion/paranoia, so he withheld what Daemon perceived as a "fair" partnership between them, aka Daemon as his Hand. And each firing after that was like another rejection of their bonds of brotherhood, further evidence that his own brother didn't trust him. And Daemon continually acting up in response was further proof to Viserys that he was justified in not trusting either Daemon's capabilities or intentions.

None of which happens if Viserys never becomes king. I'm willing to bet they had a much better relationship beforehand. Perhaps not Aemon-Baelon level, but that's not a fair bond to have as your standard. But the widening gap between the ideal (Aemon-Baelon) and reality (Viserys-Daemon leading up to the "heir for a day" incident) is something that must have weighed on either of them, and felt incredibly frustrating. For Viserys, it's "I love you, why can't I trust you?" And for Daemon it's "I love you, why don't you trust me?" They recognize that there's some kind of failure between them, and they're just not equipped to mend it. Viserys keeps poking at Daemon's scabs, and Otto keeps fueling Viserys's mistrust.

So at a certain point I think they do both decide that what Aemon and Baelon had was a once-in-a-century kind of bond. Which, as you say, is challenged when Jon and Rhaegar enter the picture. All of those memories come flooding back, even before you get into the way each of them echo Baelon and Aemon. There is living proof that it's possible. That it's not impossible for that level of trust and understanding to exist between two siblings. (And the ghosts return to haunt Daemon and Viserys. In Daemon's case, uh, sorta literally. 🕯️)

I'd love to do some explorations of (alive) Aemon and Baelon sometime. It's a shame none of the prompts involve them except as memories/dreams. Some outing with twelve-year-old!Daemon and Aemon could be very sweet. Or Rhaenys and Baelon getting up to mischief against Aemon. You know, things that won't stab you in the heart for once! 😅

[amloveabledeathmo]

5:40 am was Fili idea time I guess. Just a random idea that Fili is adopted. I know fanon often has Fili looking like his dad or Frerin his uncle. But what if either his dad already had him or Frerin accidentally got someone pregnant who didn't want a kid or even something happened to both birth parents or both birth parents did not want him so Dis, her husband (if Fili is not his) and by extension Thorin adopt him.

Yes he's still the heir because he is still Thorin's nephew and Dis's son, that to dwarves, even for royals, birth circumstances don't matter only the family claim. That could also be why Fili and Kili are so close in age when most dwarven siblings don't seem to be in single digit age closeness (but also much of that is fanon because very little canon information on dwarves).

Anyway to sum up: Adopted Fili and that's why he doesn't look like Kili or the rest of the Durin's.

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What if...

So i will based my scenario based from their official art. Hope you like it ' 33 '

Deon might initially seem like an unusual baby to his parents and older brother. After all, who wouldn't be taken aback by the arrival of an albino child?

However, as time goes on, his parents make an effort to set aside their surprise and embrace their child, despite the whispers from neighbors suggesting that Deon is either adopted or not their biological child.

Cruel, on the other hand, develops a deep familial love for baby Deon. Being so young, he doesn’t see Deon’s differences; instead, he finds joy in them. Deon looks cool in Cruel eyes.

"My brother must have been an amazing person before, look at his hair, it's as white as snow!" Cruel exclaimed, gently running his fingers through Deon's soft hair.

Sadly, from the moment he born to the world, Deon has struggled with a frail body and frequent illnesses. His sensitivity to light and recurring fevers make it hard for him to stay well.

As a result, the hospital feels like a second home to him. His parents are often busy working to cover Deon's medical bills, which means they can't visit him as much as they'd like. Deon, feeling guilty for their absence, keeps his complaints to himself, believing it's his fault they can't be there.

Deon had a tough time expressing his emotions as a child, largely because his parents were often absent, leaving him mostly in the company of his older brother.

Eduardo, Caver (the demon king) I don't know his real name, and Cruel share a close friendship, and they are all around the same age. they met and were friends from university.

Caver was very happy when he met Deon, as he was the first to reach out and invite Deon for a chat, taking the lead in forming a friendship.

Deon, being quite sensitive, found himself a bit uneasy with the close interactions, especially since Caver was overly familiar, making it hard for him to feel comfortable.

On the other hand, Eduardo seemed indifferent towards his ailing younger brother, Cruel, merely offering a casual greeting. Yet, for some reason, Deon felt drawn to Eduardo, perhaps out of sympathy or a sense of familiarity that lingered in his mind.

As a result, Deon also found himself connecting with his brother's friends.

I believe Deon will gradually become accustomed to Caver's friendly nature and will develop a deeper connection with Eduardo. Cruel felt a sense of joy knowing that his younger brother finally had friends who could engage with him, even if they were not his peers.

Although Deon attended school, his status as an albino led to social isolation, prompting him to leave and pursue private studies, especially since his frail health made regular attendance difficult.

As he matures, I think he will become healthier and stronger. Thus, the sickly Deon of his childhood will eventually grow into a much healthier individual.

And indeed, he also formed a bond with his nephew Eduardo, who, along with his siblings, truly cherished their uncle.

Alethea, Elphidius, and Deon eventually became friends, all sharing the same age. Deon feels a stronger bond with Elphidius since they are both guys, while he views Alethea as the little sister he never had.

Their friendship dynamic often involves Elphidius and Deon teaming up to play pranks on Alethea. Although she gets annoyed with their antics, she usually ends up forgiving them in the end.

In the modern world, Lofty's troops represent the patients who are close to Deon, standing by him as he battles his pain.

Since he spent a lot of time in the hospital, especially when his brothers couldn't be there, these friends provided him with the encouragement and comfort he needed during lonely times.

And then even after he started feeling better and no need to be hospitalized anymore, Deon frequently visited the hospital to check on those who had supported him in his fight against illness. Yeah so Deon still have the loyalty for those who are also rarely visited by their families.

Deon also wears unique glasses to protect his sensitive eyes from bright light.

Deon in modern times is actually popular with women. But when women want to get to know each other, Deon is the first to shrink and the women lose interest in him.

On the other hand, when he's hanging out with his friends, they easily steal the spotlight, as they are all quite attractive. But nobody is being interested to having romantic relationship yet.

They all still busy to enjoy their peace.

The end

I don't know whether they will have a partner or not. It all depends on their fate and whether I will make a fanfic or someone will be inspired by my fiction.

If i have to make the fiction, are you interested?