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legitalicat · 7 months ago

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"Maybe I Could Learn to Love You" - Aemond Targaryen x Redwyne!Reader

Grabbed the gif from sabrinaacarpenters

AN: To be real with y'all, We Become We from the Journey to Bethlehem soundtrack totally inspired this. I've not seen the movie but this song is blowing up on my tiktok.

Masterlist here!

Summary: Aemond could never choose to love another. Maybe you could learn to love him too.

CW: tooth rotting fluff, arranged marriage, I tried to be as neutral as possible for reader description, did use daughter 1 time and dear girl 1 time so presumably AFAB daughter, no other descriptors for reader, talks of wine

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Redwyne!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

When you were ten, your father was named to King Viserys’ small council. As the younger brother of Lord Redwyne, nobody had anticipated the idea that he would have much more influence than a prominent land owner. So when King Viserys asked him to come to King’s Landing and serve in a new position dedicated to agriculture, he accepted immediately and brought you in hopes of securing your future.

That is how you met the young Prince Aemond. He was not much older than you, a year at most. At the time, he was still recovering from the Driftmark Incident as the servants in the castle called it. There had been no hope for saving his eye, and so he was relearning to do everything.

Aemond Targaryen was smitten with you from the beginning. His mother had originally had to argue with him to meet you, as he was the closest person in age to you and perhaps in you he would find a friend. He had never been too fond of people, losing his eye doing nothing to help that. Yet, he had never been more grateful for his mother’s insistence than when he saw you.

It was only you and your father, your mother having died a few years prior. And Aemond’s singular eye focused on you exiting the carriage, much too distracted by discussing a book with your father to notice the Royal Family had come to greet you. When you finally did, your eyes widened, stuttering and stammering apologies about your rudeness.

“Please never apologize for your passions,” he spoke quickly. A bit too quickly, perhaps, as he thought about how that may have been the place of his father or even his mother. But already you had enraptured him and he would not make any apologies for that.

In the days and months following, his mother had arranged with your father that you and Aemond become companions. Unbeknownst to you, a promise had been made. Your father allow her son to be by your side and you would marry a prince.

All you cared about was having a friend. You had expected King’s Landing to feel rather lonely. You left behind cousins and friends in The Arbor. And while knowing that the King and Queen had four children, you had been under the assumption you would be kept separate. So, when your lessons with the Septa were held with Aemond, you were equally surprised and grateful.

Over the years, Aemond’s affections for you only grew. He loved spending time with you, requiring his every waking moment be spent with you. As you grew older and the need for propriety became an issue, he was more than happy to have Ser Criston or even one of the Cargyll twins to accompany the two of you. It didn’t matter to him what you did or who was around. If he had you, he was happy.

You had been in King’s Landing for six years when you were formally betrothed to Aemond, to be married within a moon of your eighteenth birthday. It took you by complete surprise. It made sense, you supposed. If you looked back on the years, you could see how your friendship with Aemond was considered a courtship. He was ecstatic at the news, you were neutral.

It wasn’t a bad idea. Aemond seemed to truly care for you. You knew if your marriage had to be political, better it be to a man such as Aemond. He was good and kind to you, handsome if you were asked to give your opinion. You did not mind his scar or the eyepatch he wore.

Aemond was only slightly disappointed by your lack of enthusiasm at your impending marriage. He figured it was nerves. Coming from a noble house but not being the daughter of its Lord may have caused them when you were presented with such an advantageous marriage. Or perhaps you were so overcome with joy that you were merely struck speechless. He did not mind either way.

It was on your eighteenth birthday that he learned the love he bore you was one sided. He had overheard you speaking to his mother as she gave you a gift. It was a piece of jewelry her mother had once owned, given to you as a way to welcome you. You attempted to deny it. And at her insistence, you confessed why.

“Aemond will be a good husband, but I do not love him. It would feel wrong to accept such a beautiful heirloom as such,” you had explained shyly.

“Dear girl, you marriage may not be one of love, but you are still joining my family. And you are someone familiar with my home, the home my children may never get to see. Perhaps in this, you can feel connected to our home and teach your children of it,” she explained, placing the necklace around your neck.

Despite the ache in his chest that you did not feel for him what he felt for you, he was not any less determined. He loved you. That would not change.

The day before your wedding, he approached you. You had been so busy in the last week, making final preparations for the day. You were nervous now. It was obvious when he saw you. And despite the fact you did not love him, he knew you still considered him your friend.

“Come with me, my love,” he said softly to you, a book in hand.

Since your betrothal, little pet names are all he called you. You never minded. In fact, you quite enjoyed it. You enjoyed the knowledge that every member of court who thought Aemond was cold could see that he adored you. It may have been wrong, but you felt so powerful in knowing a man such as he could be weak only for you. Perhaps that was why you never made a fuss. You were lucky, luckier than most, in having your intended so dedicated and devoted to you.

“Where are we going?” you asked him as he began to lead you down the corridor.

He brought you to the weirwood tree. It was often a good place for the two of you to catch a moment of peace. A guardsman would stand at the entrance to the gardens and pay little mind to the small touches Aemond let linger over you. Here, you felt safe and connected to your roots. Here, you felt as though you and Aemond truly were friends.

He sat on the ground, offering you a hand for assistance for sitting gracefully. He knew you were not one of grace, but he thought it cute that you were as coordinated as a newborn lamb. And you were ever so grateful for that fact.

“Lay your head in my lap and I shall read to you,” he told you quietly.

You were relieved to have this small moment of reprieve from the stresses of planning an event as grand as this. You had been coordinating with your uncle for the wine for the wedding, with Lord Tyrell for extra grains so that you may have your sweets, with many bards throughout the kingdoms to find one to play their music. The Queen and your father took some of the organizing off your shoulders, of course, but you needed this to be perfect.

And so, you laid your head in his lap. He stroked your hair with one hand as he held the book with the other, his deep voice reading the words of a love story to you. You looked up at him. He was truly handsome. The angles of his jawline and his prominent nose made goose pimples rise across your skin. His lilac eye was focused on the page and not you, but it soothed you nonetheless. And his hair…you could not wait until you were married so as to be able to openly touch it.

“You are staring awfully hard, darling. Do I have something on my face?” he asked, his eye flickering from the page to you.

“Remove it,” you whispered.

“We have been over this,” he said quietly. This conversation was the only time he ever seemed cross with you. His jaw clenched every time.

“Yes, I am aware you stated not before we were wed. But it is tomorrow. And I wait to gaze upon the entirety of my husband before I am bound to him before the gods,” you told him, offering a coy smirk.

“If you wish to gaze upon the entirety of me, might I suggest we move to my chambers?” he asked with his own smirk.

You could not help but laugh. He felt comfortable enough with you to laugh, joke, and tease. You were grateful that you could grant him this existence.

“Please, Aemond. How can you expect me to marry you and partake in what is to come if you do not trust me enough to show me you?” you asked him quietly. He knew you spoke of the wedding ceremony that was to be held, and how you feared it, but you had assured him you would do it for him.

You could see how jaw clench again, his nostrils flaring slightly. You had always felt the liberty to argue against him. It was one of the things he loved about you, how you forgot what was expected of you to speak your mind.

But finally, his hand withdrew from your hair as he placed the book aside. Perhaps you had spoken too freely and finally he was getting angry with you. Instead, his hands reached behind his own head.

He had the strap unfastened yet did not remove it. He looked to you. A genuine fear could be seen on his face.

“And if you decide it is too disgusting to gaze upon? What shall I be expected to do then?” he asked you in a quiet voice.

“It would not dissuade me from marrying you,” she told him. It was true, in equal parts because you knew there was no chance of that changing now and the fact you knew you were lucky to be marrying a man such as this. “Though I suppose I would order a bag be kept over your head. Or perhaps only approach you in dark rooms.”

It was a tease, you both knew it. But he was still worried about how much truth hung in your words. He didn’t want you to be disgusted by him.

Seeing how uneasy Aemond still was, you reached up and placed your hand on his. “You love me?” you asked him quietly.

“I could never choose to love another,” Aemond said quickly to you, confirming to you what you already knew.

“Then have faith in me that I will not turn or cower. Have faith in me that I want this marriage, this life, with you,” you told him gently as you began to slowly pull your hand away, bringing his along.

He allowed his hands to be removed, holding the eyepatch in them. The piece of leather had made its indention in his skin from being fastened too tightly. Your eyes then focused on the dazzling blue sapphire that had been secured in the socket.

Aemond noticed how your gaze softened, your entire body going lax. He began to quickly attempt to hide himself, feeling flustered as his pale skin flooded red. A panic built up in him.

“No,” you whispered, taking hold of his hands again. “Please. Do not hide this beauty from me. If you wish to wear it in public, I will stand by that decision. But it would do me a great disservice if you hid away such art when we are alone.”

Your wedding was perfect, if Aemond had any opinion on it. Your hard work had paid off tenfold. Every guest had enjoyed the feast after you were bound to Aemond. It felt like your greatest accomplishment, proving you were up to this insurmountable task of marrying a prince.

When all the Lords were too overtaken by their food and drink to notice, Aemond took your hand and led you away from the main hall. For a moment, you worried about how it would look if you were to be seen alone together. Then you remembered you were now married and felt relieved, albeit a little stupid.

“Where are we going? We will be missed,” you said, giggling a bit as you followed close behind him.

“Most are too drunk to remember they have toes, I doubt we will be missed too much,” he assured you.

You followed him in silence. It was sweet, you thought, that he was eager to finally have a true moment alone with him. He allowed himself to be soft with you, something you adored. It allowed an ease to be felt between the two of you.

The two of you trekked through the entirety of the Keep. Upstairs, downstairs, around corners, and through doorways you didn’t know existed. Then he brought you through a last doorway that lead into one of the apartments that you had never before been in.

It was a room almost too grand to imagine. It was filled with an inexplicable warmth you had missed since first coming to King’s Landing. The furniture was the standard styles of all the Keep’s furniture, being obviously expensive and well crafted. What caught your eye was the subtleties of it.

Grape vines had been made to grow so that they hung over the windows. You could smell the salty sea water of Blackwater Bay with every small gust of wind. A bowl of peaches laid on the bedside table. The duvet on the bed was a deep burgundy as though it were made from the sweetest wine.

“It occurred to me that you have not returned home since you arrived,” Aemond’s voice entered your ears.

You had been too busy looking over everything to remember his existence. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were keeping and tears flooded to your eyes. The room felt exactly like how you remembered The Arbor.

He lead you to the windows, holding your waist with one hand. He kept you on his right side, his good side, as he did so. He looked down at you as you looked up to him.

“Part of your wedding gift is that I have ensured there will be no bedding ceremony,” he whispered while placing his hand on your chin.

“Aemond, I…there are no words,” you stammered out, as your eyes widened. There was no way you could imagine how it was possible. It was expected of royalty.

“Your other part, is this,” he told you. With a gentle grip, he turned your face outwards before removing his touch.

It was beautiful. The night sky littered with stars, the Bay extending into the horizon, forgetting the existence of the land that it was meant to wash away. Lights flickering had dotted the landscape.

“I fear I do not understand,” you whispered, looking to him confused. You realized he had taken his eyepatch off while you weren’t paying attention. Once again your breath was taken from you.

He looked from the beauty of the night to you. You were his own private beauty, one that he would get to keep for his entire life.

“I know you do not love me,” he told you, shaking his head when you began to say something. “No, no, I understand. And it does not deter me from loving you every moment of my life.”

“I want to love you,” you whispered breathlessly.

“It is okay if you do not. But my gift to you is a promise,” he said, his fingers running along your jawline. “I am the second son of a king who cannot remember how to chew his food, let alone care for his family. I have never held any lands, nor have I ever proved myself in battle. But my heart and soul are yours. We can go wherever you wish. I will build you a castle from the ground to the stars with nothing but my hands if you asked me to. I promise you I will spend every breath giving you every star. I will give you my entirety.”

You didn’t look away from him. Your heart was pounding against your chest, every moment feeling like you were seconds away from crying. Whenever you thought of love and devotion, this was what you thought of. He was willing to set the world on fire for you even without the promise of love.

“Maybe I could learn to love you, too.”

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #dividers by benkeibear

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scribblestatic · 2 months ago

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So, like, if you've read SVSSS far enough, you know about the Bingmei vs Bingge part. And there's all sorts of stories with Bingge (basically a PIDW Binghe, not SVSSS Binghe) finding his own shizun in various ways.

Well, what about if he manages to summon a Shen Yuan, but his soul is in Shen Jiu's body? Which, like, wouldn't really be a problem, except he's already been torturing Shen Jiu for a good while now and he's down an eye and all of his limbs are mostly stubs at this point. Thankfully he still has his tongue and penis, which, after so often demanding Shen Jiu be castrated, he's pretty jazzed that didn't happen.

Shen Yuan, being the absolute freak he is, probably wouldn't mind too much. After all, he'd read this part of the story and cheered it on. Just cause he's now experiencing it himself, doesn't mean the revenge was any less cathartic.

Though, well, the dreams he has about what Shen Jiu went through does dampen his enjoyment of his suffering (so many lives lost that he can do nothing about, so much torment that just cycled on because no one thought to seek help, because the world was built so firmly on cruelty)...

And perhaps he'd woken up sobbing at times, crying his apologies to Binghe as though he was the one who had done all those terrible things to him, but he didn't, but those dreams were so vivid and felt so real

The girls at the Warm Red Pavilion, were they okay? Shen Jiu never had sex with them, only kept company to avoid the boys when he couldn't sleep and trained them in the four arts and gathered information from them, gods, he'd misunderstood Shen Jiu and thought him a remorseless villain and enemy to women

Liu Qingge, fuck--

At least now he can help Binghe actually enjoy his life and perhaps stop the cycle of abuse from continuing. Besides, cool motive, Shen Jiu, still child torment. And though the results were quite drastic, it was the dog-eat-dog world of xianxia China, and life was generally unfair. No reason to make Binghe's life needlessly unfair on top of everything.

But yeah! Now that he's in Shen Jiu's body, he and Luo Binghe get to talk, and Binghe, for the first time in his life, experiences regret for his actions, because now his lovely new kind shizun can't card his fingers through his hair or twist little braids into it. Moreover, Shen Yuan somewhat mourns over the fact Binghe's hair is straightened--he loved reading about his bouncy curls.

So now, imagining that, after time, Shen Yuan becomes a more prominent figure in the empire, especially post-marriage. He has a lovely eyepatch and wears soft red, black, and gold clothes, heavy on the red and gold. This nearly limbless man helps Luo Binghe do his taxes and works out various tips on using beasts to the benefit of the empire and remembering small notes about other races that allows the Demon Emperor to be both magnanimous and fierce in whomever's eyes he meets.

Others can't decide if Shen Qingqiu's mind was utterly broken, if he was cursed to act against his own will, or if he was possessed by some strange spirit. Regardless, the realms have never been in such peace before now.

Moreover, Luo Binghe has started changing.

While he can never regain the height lost to a childhood full of suffering and a lack of nutrients, he can change in other ways. He actually eats healthier because Shen Yuan insists on having him eat as well. He steadily stops straightening his hair, letting his curls return until they're like clouds. His muscles grow in firmer and his chest broadens.

Also, as he and his kind shizun speak further, even though he explores the worst parts of himself and uncovers those dirty, evil deeds and the ways they truly hurt him, Xin Mo doesn't get the chance to latch onto them anymore. As painful as discussing those things are...releasing them is exceptionally freeing. So, a sense of inner strength and ease he never had before starts to settle in his body, and his qi, usually constantly battling, stabilizes more than before, his heart demons no longer so adamant or strong.

As a side-effect of both parts, he was already handsome, but now, he's even more so. A wise, secure man no longer so strongly gripped by hatred, lust, or greed. Someone unforgivable to many, but becoming okay with forgiving himself.

Indeed, what a man!

Which is kinda a shame for Luo Binghe's many wives, because he's been heavily trimming down on his harem. Political marriages are substituted for other exchanges, fervent troublemakers are sent back to their homes (the ones who dared to attack his A'Yuan are never heard from again, strangely), and wives who simply ask for divorce are granted them, receiving a hefty gift for at least being loyal whilst married.

So, previously, a harem once numbering into the hundreds falls to the tens, and the remaining ones are either ambivalent or antsy.

Then, as though to answer everyone's burgeoning questions, he names Shen Yuan his empress during a meeting and proclaims that they will make preparations for his crowning ceremony.

I feel like that'd really set off what remained of Cian Qiong Mountain Sect.

Hmm... I think I'll talk more about this later.

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Part 1: here Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Part 11+: links on Part 10

AO3

#static writes #svsss #original luo binghe #luo bingge #shen yuan #amputee sy au #au post 1 #bingqiu #bingyuan

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maryqos · 4 months ago

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lots to discuss about the latest episode but I'm currently focused on the fact that, in the brothel scene, we see aemond without his eyepatch. it tells us that he feels a sense of safety with the same woman who preyed on him as a child, and it's so deeply heartbreaking. the only place where he feels he can be vulnerable is the same place where he was forced to become a man at too young an age. his sense of self is irreparably tied to the abuse he suffered.

#aemond #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #house of the dragon #team green #hotd #tw sa #*

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notiddygxthgf · 2 months ago

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1. Arrival in Tokyo

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ Captain? Should I be calling you sir? ❞ ❝ Only if you want to. ❞

★ c.w.: aki being sexy a f (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: CHAPTER ONE IS UP AND RUNNINGGGGGG!! im so excited bc ive been sitting on this fanfic all fking summer like when i tell u i havent been able to focus on anything else. i have not known peace. ANYWAY im trying smth new w this story bc it was supposed to be a oneshot but uh... now its at 150 pages on google docs so erm... anyway! updates should flow quixker now that i have 90% of it written!! comment and let me know all of ur thoughts everywhere omg i love reading ur remarks bc u guys r so funny on my other ffs. ENJOY POOKIES! i love yall!!

★ w.c.; 4.3k

shameless ; chapter index

"SO YOU'RE LEAVING ME because the Tokyo division needs backup?"

"I'm not leaving you," You sighed, though a playful lilt and a smirk followed your sarcastic remark. You and your husband were discussing work-related matters over a sushi dinner – your favorite. Perks of being married to your work partner. "I'm being summoned. I won't be long. Promise."

Your husband frowned, brows knitting together. His brown hair was tied back into a bun, baby hairs licking at his forehead, his cheeks. Tanimoto Yoshiro was a man of many virtues, but patience was not one of them. With a sigh, he began to toy with his salmon roll, prodding it with the end of his wooden chopsticks. "One whole week without that sexy ass of yours... What will I do?"

Your left eye twitched – slightly, hardly noticeable by the naked eye. You, for one, wouldn't miss the sex. It was, for lack of a better word... unfulfilling. It would get better over the years, you were sure of it. The two of you had only had the last few years to practice, after all. You wanted to wait until marriage (With him. You were no virgin by any stretch of the word.).

It was unfair of you to take your sexual frustrations out on him. It had been a tiring week for the both of you, is all. You barely had time for sit down meals like this anymore – whatever hanky-panky the two of you ever did indulge in these days was rushed, messy, and often... short lived.

Anyway, needless to say... You would be fine. It was you and your rabbit toy against the world, anyway.

"You'll be fine," You smiled. You loved him. He loved you. He was a great husband, and he took care of you. You had no reason to complain. "I'll be back before you know it." .

The Japanese countryside was a blur, rushing past the window of your train like pictures, like a movie. You hadn't noticed the train slow to a stop, in fact, until you heard the doors open. Popping your head up over the seat, you observed the train station. Which stop is this? People began filtering in from both sides, eager to find a seat before the train took off.

A shrill cry of your name roused you from your thoughts.

You whipped your head around. A familiar-looking woman with black hair and an eyepatch was waving you down across the aisle. She was wearing a Public Safety suit and slacks. Himeno.

A smile crawled over your lips before you knew it. "Himeno?" You asked, a teasing lilt in your tone. "Is that you?"

Without asking if anyone else was sitting there, she took a seat in the one across from you. She leaned forward, perching her chin up on her hand. "Never thought I'd see you again. How the hell are 'ya?"

You and Himeno went way back. She had been in the same division as you back when the two of you were teens. She was the first person in Public Safety who had ever actually welcomed you to the division and the last person to say goodbye to you. You parted ways before ever being able to exchange information but, for what it was worth, she had made those gruesome, tedious missions more bearable.

"I've been good!" You grinned. "I've been in the Kyoto sector with my partner. I truly did plan on coming back, but one thing led to another, and now..." You trailed off, waving your hands around like you were trying to find the right words. "Well, I'm married to him."

The train creaked and groaned before it began to move again.

"So I've heard," Himeno licked her lips. She sat back in her chair, producing a carton of cigarettes – the kind she always used to smoke when the two of you were on missions together. "You mind if I smoke?"

No, but the conductor might. "Of course not," You answered. "How about you? How have you been?"

She sighed. "Been better, honestly. Devil activity's been crazy recently," Fishing a lighter out of her suit pocket, she sparked up. The end of her cigarette sizzled and smoked between her slim fingers. Holding it up to her lips, she muttered, "Just doing what I can to stay alive. What brings you back to the city?"

"My presence has been requested by the higher-ups," You shrugged. The scent of nicotine and smoke filled the cabin. It was gross but, frankly, familiar. "My husband wasn't too happy that he didn't get invited, so this better be worth it."

"I see," Himeno hummed, breathing out a puff of smoke to the side. She kept on looking out of the window after that, at the train station that was now far behind the train. "You're leaving your partner and I'm returning to mine."

"You're married?" You asked.

"God, no," She chuckled softly, pulling another hit from her cancer stick. "Wouldn't mind being with my assigned partner, though. He's a fine piece of ass."

It seemed like you couldn't help the way you burst into laughter at her crude remark. She hasn't changed one bit. "Is he cute?"

"Cute?" She repeated the word like it was a foreign object in her mouth. Her voice was muffled by the cloud of smoke that flowed out from between her lips. "He's drop-dead gorgeous," She took another slow, calculated hit. "Enough about me, though, how's the married life going for you?"

Could be better. You feigned a warm smile at the mention of your husband. "Good. Yeah, it's good."

Good was a bit of an overstatement. .

You and Himeno spent the rest of the train ride catching up. There was talk about marriage, sex, old coworkers, and new ones. It felt kind of good to be back – to be able to talk to someone who shared the same history as you. You would almost say that you missed it.

By the time the announced its next stop at the Tokyo station, you hadn't even realized how quickly the trip had gone by. You could thank your talkative companion for that. As the train finally eased to a stop, you turned to Himeno with a smile.

"I need to grab my bags," you said, rising from your seat and straightening your clothes.

Himeno nodded, her smile warm but tinged with a hint of sadness. "Okay. Take care of yourself!"

Navigating the narrow aisle, you headed toward the luggage compartment. As you reached up to grab your suitcase, you collided with someone. Startled, you looked up to find yourself face-to-face with a man who immediately captured your attention. He was tall, easily over six feet, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that spoke of both strength and discipline. His dark hair was tied back in a neat topknot, accentuating his sharp, angular features. But it was his eyes that held you—their piercing blue depths seemed to look straight through you, filled with a seriousness that made you catch your breath.

"Sorry—" he began, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that vibrated through the narrow space.

For a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. The closeness of his body, the scent of his cologne—clean and subtly spiced, lingering just faintly on the collar of his suit jacket—the intense focus of his gaze; all of it created a bubble of tension that neither of you could ignore. You could see the flicker of surprise in his eyes, a momentary lapse in his serious demeanor, as if he too had been caught off guard.

Both of you paused. His gaze flickered down to your uniform for just a heartbeat before he quickly looked away, regaining his composure. Without another word, you continued in opposite directions, the silent exchange leaving you... well, a little breathless to say the least.

Stop it. You're a married woman. Surely, you would know how to control your impulses after being away from your husband for only a day.

Reaching up, you pulled your suitcase from the overhead compartment, the weight of it a familiar comfort. Setting it down on the ground with a soft thud, you turned back to your seat, only to find the handsome man still standing there, now engaged in conversation with Himeno. He was so tall that he had to actually lean over a little bit to fit into the cabin.

Fuck me. You thought. Wait, no, don't fuck me.

"Is this your partner, Himeno?" you asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Yes, I found him!" Himeno responded with a wide grin. "Captain Hayakawa, this is an old friend of mine," she said, going on to introduce you by name.

"Hello," he greeted, extending his hand. The deep, velvety timbre of his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

"Captain? Should I be calling you 'sir'?" you teased lightly, shaking his hand – and his grip was firm and warm.

"Only if you want to," he replied, "Hayakawa is fine."

Only if you want to.

Get your fucking head out of the gutter.

Your heart skipped a beat as you found yourself momentarily lost in his gaze. His eyes were a captivating shade of blue, intense and unwavering. The handshake lingered a moment too long. You could feel the strength and warmth of his hand – it was far larger than yours, and had calluses at the tip of the palm.

Despite his serious demeanor, there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of interest that he seemed determined to keep under control. Reluctantly, you pulled your hand away, feeling the lingering warmth of his touch.

His gaze remained locked on yours for a moment longer, a silent acknowledgment of whatever the fuck had just happened.

Himeno cleared her throat, breaking the spell. "Well, let me give you a big hug, dearest."

You embraced her fondly, the familiarity of her touch grounding you.

"Here, give me your number," Himeno said as she pulled back. She flipped her phone open. "Let's keep in touch."

With a smile, you told her your phone number.

She snapped her phone shut after she had finished typing it in. "Okay! Hopefully, I'll get to see you around."

"Yes, of course! We'll be in touch," You agreed. You bowed your head to her, then to her partner. "Hayakawa."

He nodded back. You dismissed yourself after that, turning on your heel and practically scrambling to get out of that tiny train cabin. Still, you couldn't help but glance back at Captain Hayakawa. His eyes met yours again for a brief, fleeting moment before you turned away, heart racing with something you hadn't felt in a long time.

You didn't want to stick around and find out what it was. The weight of your wedding ring around your finger was a reminder of that much. .

You hadn't been in Public Safety's Tokyo headquarters in years. It was bigger than you remembered it being. The worst part? All the halls looked the exact same. It took you about thirty minutes to find the office in which you were currently standing.

A woman who you'd been dreading seeing the whole way over there was perched on a leather seat in front of you, arms folded over the desk, pink hair braided the same way it always had been, feline eyes flitting over your body. It made you feel small – like prey trapped in a predator's den.

"How was your trip over here?" Makima asked. Her voice was smooth, uniform – calculated, just like everything else she did.

"It was pleasant," You answered. "I came as soon as I could."

"We appreciate that," Makima said, a hint of something sinister in her smile.

She stepped out from behind her desk, pacing slowly around the room. "I called you here because we've recently suffered a great deal of casualties," she explained, her tone measured and controlled. "I'm worried we won't have the manpower to deal with all the sudden appearances of gun-devil pieces."

"I understand. Am I being formally stationed?" you replied, trying to maintain your composure.

"Not that I know of, no," she responded, her eyes narrowing slightly. "For now, we need backup on a particular mission involving a school in the area. There have been reports of peculiar activity there, and I want to send one of my teams to investigate. I haven't decided whether you'll be in the field or here tying up some loose ends—we recently lost one of our best workers, and we're very far behind as a result. I'll have a certain answer for you within the next few days."

"A few... days?"

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"No, not at all, no. I just—" you sighed, feeling the weight of uncertainty. "Yeah, okay, that sounds good."

"You've also been booked a hotel suite nearby. Your stay will be provided at no cost to you," she continued, her tone unwavering. "I'll reach out to you as soon as I have more details. Hang tight until then."

With a tight-lipped smile, you nodded. "Thank you, Miss Makima. Am I dismissed?"

"Yes, I'll have one of our drivers take you to your room so you can drop off your luggage," she said, her smile not reaching her eyes. "Where did you leave it?"

"I left it in the break room," you said.

"Very well. I'll have someone collect it," she replied, her eyes closing briefly as she smiled. "Get home safely."

With that, you turned and left the office, the tension of the encounter still lingering in the back of your mind. There was just something about that damn lady that never failed to send a shiver up your spine. You sighed, glancing down at the old floorboards, at your shoes.

The reality of the situation began to sink in.

You had traveled all this way, navigating the maze of identical halls and sterile rooms, only to be told you had to wait. The thought gnawed at you— That sounds about right from her, you mused. It was typical of Makima, always keeping you in the dark, always one step ahead, holding the reins tightly.

The cool, clinical atmosphere of the headquarters only heightened your sense of displacement. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a harsh, unforgiving glow, making everything look stark and unwelcoming.

Lost in your thoughts, you heard a series of footsteps echoing down the hall, followed by hushed voices. The sound grew closer, and you recognized the voice immediately—it was the young lieutenant captain again, the man you had bumped into earlier.

You glanced up, and there he was, standing just a few feet away. He was a striking figure, his presence suffocating – commanding and enigmatic. He had a sharp jaw, chiseled and defined, the kind that could cut paper. His eyes, a moody blue, held a penetrating gaze, one that seemed to see right through you, making you feel as though you were laid completely bare before him.

His brow was knit slightly in deep thought. There was a slight furrow at the bridge of his nose. The tufts of inky black hair that framed his features only added to the boyish charm of his face.

As he spoke to the other Public Safety worker beside him, his hands moved with purposeful grace.

Your eyes were drawn to him despite yourself, unable to escape the force of his presence.

His gaze caught yours briefly, and in that fleeting moment, you felt an almost tangible tension in the air. It was as if time had stopped for a heartbeat, the corridor seeming to stretch and contract around the two of you.

The connection between your eyes was like a magnet, pulling you in despite your efforts to look away. The faintest flutter in your chest was enough to have you gripping the collar of your shirt.

He blinked first, his eyes breaking away from yours as he turned back to his companion. The conversation resumed, but the air seemed thicker now, charged with the residual energy of your brief encounter.

"We need to re-evaluate our strategies for dealing with the increased devil activity," he said, his words carefully chosen. "The losses have been significant, and our resources are stretched thin."

You turned and walked in the opposite direction, the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead seeming to amplify the distance you were putting between yourself and him.

As you moved down the corridor, you couldn't shake the feeling that his eyes were still on you, as if the weight of his gaze lingered even after you had turned away. .

You had just stepped out of the shower, the steam still clinging to the room and curling around the bathroom mirror in hazy swirls. The cool, clean air of the hotel suite met you as you emerged, a refreshing contrast to the stifling atmosphere of the Public Safety headquarters.

You took a moment to let the chill of the air sink into your skin, feeling the pleasant coolness against your damp hair and freshly washed face. You dried yourself off, the soft towel enveloping you in its warmth, and slipped into a comfortable set of loungewear—simple, dark gray sweatpants and a loose-fitting, white t-shirt.

You walked over to the full-sized bed, the crisp white sheets and plush pillows arranged neatly. You flopped down onto it, letting out a relieved sigh as you sank into the softness of the mattress.

Reaching for your phone from the nightstand, you dialed your husband's number. As the call connected, you propped yourself up on one elbow and stared at the ceiling, trying to shake off the exhaustion of the day.

When he answered, his voice was calmingly familiar, cutting through the distance between you with a comforting ease. "Hey. How's everything going?"

"It's been a day," you said with a soft chuckle. "I finally got here, but of course, they've got me waiting for more details. Typical."

"Sounds about right," he said, his voice tinged with a longing that you could almost touch through the phone, "I miss you."

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to push away the brief flash of memories that drifted through your mind—blue eyes and raven hair, a fleeting image that made your heart skip a beat. An image of soft lips wrapped around the syllables, 'Only if you want to.'

You shook your head gently, trying to dispel the image from your thoughts. "I miss you too," you said, trying to keep your tone light and steady.

You heard the faint sound of his smile through the phone, a soft, reassuring sound. You had never been so happy to hear his voice. "How's the hotel?"

"It's nice," you said, shifting your position on the bed to get more comfortable. "Pretty standard, but it's got a good view of the city."

"I can think of one view I'd really like to see right now," he teased gently.

Just as you were about to reply, your phone started ringing again. You glanced at the screen and saw the name of your old coworker.

"Hold on, I'm getting a call," you said, your fingers hovering over the screen.

"Ugh, okay," he said. "Bye."

"Bye," you replied, a smile tugging at your lips as you ended the call.

You took a deep breath before picking up. "Hello?"

"Heya, Hot stuff. What you up to?" Himeno drawled into the receiver.

"Just got out the shower," You answered. "Why? Is something up?"

"Nah. Well, yeah," She giggled. "Miss Makima's taking us out for drinks to celebrate the success of our last mission tomorrow. She rented out this whole space for us. You coming?"

You chuckled quietly, carding a hand through your damp hair. "I always feel dull at parties."

"You? Dull?" Came Himeno's retort. "This really the same person who used to take body shots off complete strangers back in the day?"

The mere mention of your past self had you laughing all over again. "Times change."

"Married life made you soft?"

You winced. Sure, perhaps a somewhat-boring life in the countryside with your husband had made you a little soft. But there was something in the way she said it – something that made you tick. You were happy being a married woman. You had been happy since the two of you had eloped at 21.

You were happy, dammit. You just wished it was a little easier to convince yourself of that.

"I don't know..." You trailed off. "I won't be any fun."

"Noooooo... You have to come!" Himeno groaned. You could hear her pacing around in the background. "DENJI!" She called to god knows who. "Back me up here!"

The phone was handed over to someone else – a young-sounding boy. "I'm not gonna force someone to go to a stupid party."

"Tell her to come!" Could be heard very faintly in the background.

"Wait. She's a 'she'?"

"Not just any 'she', thats–"

"You should definitely come tonight," The boy decided. "Name's Denji, by the way."

"Hi, Denji," You sighed. "Could you hand the phone back to Himeno for just a moment?"

"Sure," He answered. "Bye, gorgeous. See you there."

Gorgeous. He hasn't even seen me and he's calling me gorgeous. You had to have been in the twilight zone.

"So, you're coming, right?" Himeno's voice chirped over the line.

"I don't know," You answered (again). "Who's going?"

"Aki's coming. Remember him? Partner? Total hottie?" She replied.

Total hottie was an understatement. Again, the image of his pretty face flashed through your mind. You squashed the mere thought of it – like an incessant bug. "Yes, we met."

"I'm gonna get a smooch out of him by the end of the night," She giggled. "You can bet on that."

People came and went. Seasons changed. Himeno, however, did not. She was just as crude as you had always remembered her being.

"Just a kiss?" You teased.

"Maybe. Maybe more," She teased right back. "Can you believe he doesn't have a girlfriend? He's 20! That's gotta mean something."

He's five years younger than me... You picked mindlessly at your nails. "Something like...?"

"Dunno. Am I wrong for thinking he's holding out for me?"

"Oh, to be young and naive again," You sighed. "I was engaged at his age," You trailed off, words hanging in the air for a moment after they had slipped past your lips.

Awkward. Did that slip out?

You leaned back against the headboard, feeling the cool pillows against your back while your mind drifted to the past. You had been so young when you'd gotten married, looking back. You loved him, you truly did. Sure, you had your issues, but didn't every married couple?

The two of you were happy. Still, a pang of jealousy surfaced when you heard Himeno speak so freely about her independence, her sexual prowess. In a way, you felt as though you had been deprived of that freedom far too early.

Your fingers traced the edge of your phone, your gaze drifting as memories flooded your mind. Himeno's laughter on the other end of the line seemed distant, a reminder of a simpler time, unburdened by the weight of responsibilities and commitments.

You were happy... weren't you?

"Hey, you still there?" Himeno's voice pulled you back to the present, her tone tinged with concern.

"Yeah, sorry," you replied, shaking off the melancholy that had crept into your thoughts. "Just got lost in my head for a moment."

"Don't we all," she sighed, her voice softening. "Look, just come down tomorrow. It'll be fun. We can catch up, have a few drinks, and maybe you can even be my wingman for the night."

You chuckled, the sound more genuine this time. "Alright, fine. I'll come. But no promises about playing matchmaker."

"Yay! It's at five," Himeno's excitement was palpable, and it was contagious. "I'll see you then. Hopefully, you can loosen up a little bit. Relive the good days."

"Yeah, maybe," you said, a small, half-assed smile playing on your lips. "See you then."

You ended the call and set your phone to the side.

Loosen up a little, You thought. Yeah, you could definitely stand to do that.

a/n: shortie but a goodie! i already have most of the story written (so this one doesnt wind up like my 25,000 other unfinished projects), and this was the only way i could think to cut this chapter off hehe. ANYWAYYYY i hope yall enjoyed and are prepared for the TENSION AND SPICEEEE. omg its so tasty i cant wait. stay tuned! its gonna be so amazing. please comment and whatever to let me know your thoughts, wants and desires for this story! or just smth fun. i love reading yalls comments hehe comments + reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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shiroganeryo · 3 months ago

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DGM 252: New perspectives and confirmations it has given us

⚠️First of all, I'll be tagging this under DGM spoilers so if you have somehow stumbled upon this even if you're avoiding spoilers for Chapter 252 (or the most recent DGM talks as a whole), this is your warning to turn back now!

And secondly, I'm under the effect of allergy meds so please pardon me if I'm talking gibberish 😂 But the latest chapter has given us some food for thought and I've been mulling it over.

There are two points I want to cover in this post; the first one being much extensive while the other is rather short.

1. Bookman Jr.

The reveal that the guy we had thought to be Past!A all along was actually the former Bookman Jr. in one of the best twists Hoshino has given us in a while - she sounded very proud of how we were all misled by her narrative and honestly I tip my hat at her for such genius - has also fueled questions about his identity.

I'll start by saying I do not believe he and Cross are the same person. That's not what I'll be talking about so I'm playing this card right off the bat. This theory, although popular, has always had way too many gaps for my liking and after the latest chapter, the chances are practically null that it's true.

If you want a discussion as to why, this post has put it into words better than I could and I agree 100% with OP's point, hence why I don't see the need to say anything on the matter.

But there's one thing that I'm yet to see people discussing and it's about the talk Lucia had with Joe back in The 222nd Night: Searching for A.W. - Hypokrisis.

(I'm showing what I believe to be the official translated English version by Viz and there's a reason why)

For a long time, people have debated about this small exchange between Lucia and Joe. There's no doubt the one they're talking about is old man Bookman, so we can confidently affirm he's the one waiting at the Campbell Mansion.

And what about Lavi? This is where the next dialogue from Lucia comes into play:

Since this is probably the version a lot of people have read, I must make it clear that the like "Junior, his successor, isn't here" was a mistranslation. Here's the original:

Lucia: Koukeisha to naru Jr. wa mou imasen. (The one who'd become his successor, Jr, is no more.)

I've double-checked with the Brazilian Portuguese translation because it tends to be as close to the original as possible, and surely enough, it's translated correctly:

(image courtesy of the volume I own by my so-so phone camera 😋)

"Junior, who was his heir, is no more."

The literal translation for what Lucia is saying is "isn't among us anymore", but that's an expression in Portuguese that means that someone has died/doesn't walk on Earth anymore.

While the mistranslated English version and the original Japanese/Brazilian version have similar meanings, the way it's worded gives the sentence a completely different meaning: in one we're led to believe Jr. isn't physically there at the Mansion, while the other two make it clear that Jr. has died.

And that's exactly why that, after Chapter 252 dropped, this scene is given a new perspective - because Lucia was referring to the former Bookman Jr, and not the current one.

We don't know the whereabouts of current Lavi - cue in the chair jokes, I unfortunately love them all - and while I might be wrong, I have my reasons to believe he's alive.

It just doesn't feel like Hoshino to kill an important character off-screen, plus she has said we'll see him again eventually and that the mystery of what's behind his eyepatch is still to be revealed (and will only happen once Bookman passes away, something that will possibly happen before the story reaches its end).

I have the feeling Lavi still has much to contribute to the story and he's actually one of the characters that, to me, seem to have the highest odds of making it alive until the end. It also isn't mere coincidence that Bookman picked the same alias for both Juniors, since Lavi has mentioned in a discussion room that the aliases refer to their record logs and the Holy War is being recorded under 'Lavi'. There's unfinished business to be taken care of.

Using the mistranslated version to illustrate was important because I've seen people wondering where Lavi is if not in the Mansion, while others were afraid he has died. He's very likely in a predicament, but dead? I don't think so.

So that only leaves us with one viable subject for that dialogue, that being the former Bookman Jr. (now affectionately dubbed Lavi Sr. by the fandom).

"But how come they didn't know Bookman already had a new apprentice back in Chapter 222 if the Zoogles mentioned it in Chapter 251?"

Yes, it's a little odd. What I can infer from this is that they either 1. Didn't know Bookman already had a new Jr. because he had been unconscious and only after they stabilized his situation they could talk, or 2. Did know about the current Lavi but believe him not to be ready to take on the mantle yet while Lavi Sr. was (but unfortunately deserted the clan).

Since only the Bookman and his appointed apprentice, who was born with the seal, can exchange information and records via their blood, it might be not that off the chart that the Zoogles weren't up-to-date on his affairs since they're not Bookmen themselves but rather a bloodline of people scattered across the globe who are supporters of Bookman's mission like Lucia has explained. Yet, even if they aren't all-knowing, it seems odd for them not to know something as vital as that about the person they're supporting.

And of course, there's also the possibility of option 3, something else that I completely failed to consider right now. Time will tell which one.

Note: By the way, the Lucia in 222 and the Lucia in 251/252 are indeed the same person; Hoshino seemed to hint there's a reason behind her sudden aging that we don't know yet. It's important to make this clear since what I've said is related to dialogues delivered by her.

2. Past!A = current Allen

(image courtesy of Kougeki Scans' Chapter 251's translation)

There were theories around and people still considering the possibility of our current Allen being a clone and all sorts of theories because of the unexplainable age gap between him and Past!A, but it seems the deaging theory has been fully confirmed by Chapter 252, as we saw it taking place before our very eyes.

There are still some mysteries surrounding it, but seeing how Apocryphos mentioned the "Helix", we can't help but be taken back to the explanation we've previously seen about the Helix of Life (The 221st Night - The Clown's Joke).

Since that's a topic that feels like there's more to it as of now, I won't be discussing the how and why Allen deaged, especially with the unseen variable in the mix that is Innocence; who knows if that might make the Helix energy behave differently.

I was on the "deaging theory" train because Nea was able to recognize Past!A all right when he looks in the mirror (The 214th Night: Searching for A.W. - Awakening) and also questioned the presence of Innocence on his body as well as how he hadn't aged but instead had gotten younger (The 215th Night: Searching for A.W. - By Your Side).

There are many mistranslations in the official English version of these two chapters (214 and 215) that have fueled countless misconceptions within the fandom but I won't be pointing those out in this post since I'm not here this time specifically to talk about it.

Note: Mangadex seems to have nicely translated versions of these chapters if you want to check them out for a recalling - I can't confirm fully but what I read of them looked consistent and faithful to the original.

Anyways, back on track; now that we've seen what took place 35 years ago in Chapter 252, Nea's bewilderment at the current situation of Allen back in Chapter 214/215 makes a lot more sense.

And even more interesting is that as soon as he noticed the Innocence lodged into Allen's left hand, we see the image of Apocryphos, as if Nea could feel its presence. Turned out that meant more than just Apocryphos being able to resonate with all Innocence, but rather, that the very reason why that Innocence had found home in Allen's body was by its intervention.

Just what the hell, dude. That was, once again, extremely well-played on Hoshino's part. I'm really looking forward to the next chapter!

#DGM #DGM spoilers #analysis #d.gray man #d.gray-man #there was a third point I wanted to cover but the meds make me run on only two overworking braincells #so I actually forgot which that was #it's possible I covered it while talking about the other two points because I have the feeling I talked about everything I wanted #but if the post feels lacking somehow that's why

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iridescentscarecrow · 6 months ago

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thoughts on 165 / 166! i wrote a short para on 165 a bit before 166 dropped, but here they are for context. anyways umm 166:

the framing of this scene as comedic is also so interesting. this sense of disconnect/seperation; the prev chapter where we're witness to denji's own jarr w. how the others handle the normalcy of death/warzone. here the jarr is redirected to how we percieve denji. the audience, like nobana, finds what he says comedic, or just palpably out of place, like asa. it's this shift in orientation where we're directed to view denji as floundering/reduced to punchline... and perhaps even more significantly: Abnormal.

views on sex | there's a lot of intense self hatred wrapped up in here as compared to (128): its emphasis on connection (what makima told him about intimacy). by contrast, the brothel is depersonalised. p2's emphasis on connection (parasocial as presented to asa by yoshida, nayuta's chapters) makes this hollowing out of denji very central to how us/he regards sex. this hypersexual self at points overlaps with the ultra masculine figure of the CSM, a figure he has grown to hate. (there's also much to be said about makima's actions in p1 and their aftermath as seen in their culmination here, but that's a whole other discussion TBH. )

protagonism | masculinity: i've talked q. a bit how asa's shafting / relegation to csm's "woman" also removes the visibility of her desires from the pages of the story. the previous arc centers/evokes gender in many ways: from how eyepatch talks about his wife to katana as a whole... chainsaw man was taken apart, in a sense, on that dissection table. denji's transition to being "an ordinary human," outside the lens of the protagonist (where asa resides, the other side of the screen in that theatre) is through a crude removal of percieved "manhood."

3a. on this note: i'm heavily reminded of the theatre scene. through yoshida talking to denji about <protagonism>: the same unremarkableness to violence (others will clean it up) placing denji on the other side of the screen. & this mention of his wiener/pecker too (the two times it's been brought up in the story).

the former: wielded in a manner to bring him to the very stage where the movie's being screened

& the latter: part of this Removal [of the csm], pointing him towards a shadowed alley. they're also distinctly different in how sexuality is percieved in both these scenes (including the nature of the comedy, in both situations, being denji in distress); and i find it interesting to situate this where the fumiko scene is post his first convo w. asa about sex.

#csm 166 #chainsaw man #csm meta #crow.txt #denji #oh the numberings all messed up. eh. anyway. addition in rbs

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darligvane · 1 month ago

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Gage headcanons

I have these all written down in a google doc (plus way more) so I figured I might as well throw some here now that I'm getting more comfortable using tumblr lol. I'm very open to discussion about these! I might post more in the future if someone finds it interesting.

CW for: Minor mentions of addiction and some general trauma stuff. Nothing too bad I don't think but don't hold me to that.

A lot of these mention The Harvester by the way, sorry. Lore makes my brain itch.

● While he is a part of a minority of raiders who can actually read and write‐ (as evidenced by him leaving messages to Colter on his terminal) -he is dyslexic. It takes him a while to write things out coherently, and reading anything more than a few short sentences is often frustrating.

● ^ because of this, he prefers / genuinely enjoys comic books. They're light on reading and he can usually tell whats going on even without dialogue. He had a small collection of comic books back when he lived with The Harvester, and still gets kind of pissed he never got those back.

• Regarding comics, his least favorite character is the Silver Shroud. He just pisses him off.

● His eyepatch being so large is actually functional! (Somewhat) I like to think he lost his eye by getting shot in the face with a plasma round, which corroded and destroyed a large area of skin around his eye and down his cheek. So the large metal plating on his eyepatch covers the large scar.

● He actually lost his eye when he first joined The Harvesters gang when he was younger. One of Harvests gang members pulled the trigger on him when he initially approached them, thinking he had ill intentions. It sucked- but hey, at least they let him in.

● He made his own cage armor and designed it particularly around his needs rather than protection. He uses the cage to hold tools, parts, a rag, etc. while he works on things like Colters power armor or other mechanical things he fiddled with. Definitely doesn't make him very bulletproof, but following the boss around keeps him away from most combat situations anyway.

● Colter had a tendency to use Gages armor like a big handle to drag him around a lot, which he didn't particularly enjoy.

● His favorite colour is yellow, which is why his cage armor is the colour it is. He painted it himself :')

● Has the most horrific trust issues in all of mankind. (Thanks for betraying him Harvest, he will absolutely not recover from that.) He won't eat anything he doesn't see prepared himself, won't set down his drink unless he's alone, he can't sleep around other people, etc. When Colter dies and the new Overboss takes over, he doesn't even tell them where he sleeps until he trusts them entirely. He'll just dissappear at night unless you call out for him.

● These trust issues leak into his behaviors during relationships also. Down to the more simple things. He prefers to hug his partner from behind or be big spoon, he prepares food for them both, takes the night guard when camping, etc. Anything that puts him in the more advantageous position, even if its subconscious.

● The Harvester haunts him. He still sees and hears him in the shadows or corners after however many years its been. Has nightmares of him coming back and finally finishing the job, killing him. Feels the cold metal of a scythe against his throat when it isn't there... its endless. Even something as common as the sounds of distant gunfire make him paranoid, since it reminds him of the betrayal. Absolutely ruined him.

● Has tattoos inspired by / centered around The Harvesters. Covers them with his armor though. Hes got some trauma to unpack man, idk. (Should I do a tattoo tour for him?)

● One of the reasons he hates chems is from a previous addiction. He doesn't like to talk about it, but he made a few of his worst life decisions on chems and it just put a bad taste in his mouth. He'd prefer it if his Overboss / partner was in a rational state of mind, thank you.

● He is surprisingly good with animals for the most part. Particularly cats. Does the old man / dad thing where he says he doesn't like them or calls them mean names while secretly petting them or letting them hop in his lap when he's alone.

● Not usually a big fan of the more "exotic" wasteland animals though. Totally got jumpy one day and shot a Pack molerat on accident.

Thats probably enough for now. I'm happy to answer questions or expand on these more if asked, and I'll probably share more in the future. (Maybe some 18+ ones too? We'll see.)

#he is all i think about #i need a bumper sticker of him on my car #headcanons #fallout 4 #fallout #nuka world #porter gage #fallout 4 gage #the harvester #fallout 4 the harvester

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1800-fight-me · 2 years ago

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City Streets

Aemond Targaryen x female!reader

Part Two - Castle Hallways

Rating: T

Warnings: Canon typical discussions of depravity? Idk there really aren’t any for this one y’all it’s fluff

Word count: Almost 1k

Synopsis: You accidentally bump into the prince on the streets of King’s Landing.

Author’s note: I wrote this quickly this afternoon and only read it through once because this idea took hold of me and wouldn’t go away until I wrote it lol hope y’all like it!

P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! My askbox and taglist are always open! Come interact with me! Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

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You had a list of things to get in the market today but you were almost certain you took a wrong turn.

You discovered that you most certainly had taken a wrong turn when you realized you were on the street of silk.

You pulled out your list as you walked and thought about the quickest way to get all your items so you could return back home and read the book that was calling to you.

“Oof sorry,” you mumbled as you bumped into a hooded man as he turned.

Large hands reached out and grasped at your arms to secure your balance and prevent you from falling.

“Thank you,” you said breathlessly as you looked up at the man.

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at the handsome man’s face and met his gaze.

“It is fine,” he said, his voice like honey, with a nod and he let go of you.

Your eyes roamed his distinct angular face and something seemed vaguely familiar about him.

But surely you would remember seeing a man this beautiful before. And he had an eye patch, which was peculiar, as well as a scar that crossed his brow, beneath the eyepatch, and reached his cheek.

He turned back to his companion but at the flash of white hair beneath his hood you grabbed his arm.

“Wait!” you exclaimed.

He turned to look at you warily.

You grinned.

“You are Prince Aemond, are you not?” you asked and his eye widened in surprise.

He looked around to assure no one heard you as he secured his hood back over his telltale white hair and you giggled.

“It’s true, isn’t it?”

He pursed his beautifully shaped lips and nodded at you.

His companion was still distracted as he spoke to a woman in a doorway behind the prince.

“Good gods, I should curtsy, shouldn’t I?” you started to attempt to do so but again his hands shot out and grabbed your upper arms.

“Please don’t. We are trying to go unnoticed,” he said very seriously and you nodded.

“Well is there anything I can help you with?” you asked, and felt a pang of sadness as he released you once again.

You were sure you would never feel this level of excitement again outside of the pages of your books for as long as you lived.

He sighed and looked back at his companion who shook his head at him.

“Perhaps. We are looking for someone. Do you have any idea where in the city men of depravity find themselves?” he asked and he seemed almost embarrassed to pose the question.

“Here, my prince,” you said, confusion in your voice as you gestured at the building behind him.

“No, someplace worse,” he said.

“Surely you do not want to-“

“It is essential that we find this person,” he urged and you nodded.

“Yes, I know where you may look, but I can only lead you most of the way. I will not go inside,” you said seriously and he nodded in understanding.

He looked back at his companion and indicated his head at him to follow the two of you.

You held your hand out and he took it in his large calloused hand and you led him through streets and alleyways towards the place in King’s Landing that you most avoided.

You were close to the place when he suddenly hissed, “King’s Guard.”

He pressed you up against a wall and buried his face in your throat.

His companion ducked into a nearby alley and pretended to relieve himself.

“Wrap your arms around me,” the prince ordered you and you were more than happy to comply with his instructions as the puff of his breath on your neck made you shiver.

“Are they gone?” he whispered and his nose brushed your sensitive skin as he spoke.

“Yes, they appear to be heading in the same direction as us,” you murmured back.

He pulled back enough to look into your face.

“Perhaps we should linger a moment longer to ensure they do not notice us following,” he said.

He saw the confusion on your face and he explained. “They are looking for the same person we are, so this is good, we must be on the right trail,” he said.

You looked up at him, distracted by his gorgeous looks. “You are much more handsome than people say,” you blurted out.

He smirked.

“Let’s continue,” he said as he took your hand and allowed you to lead him once again.

After a few more streets you stopped and he and his companion stopped with you.

“It is that building there,” you said and you pointed ahead.

His companion continued ahead as the prince nodded at you.

“I do not know exactly what occurs there, but beware. I have heard it is truly awful. This is as far as I will go,” you said and he squeezed your hand before he let it go.

“Thank you, my lady,” he said.

“O-of course, my prince,” you said, in awe that a prince of the realm thanked you and called you a title you absolutely were not worthy of.

“What can I do to repay you?” he asked and you shook your head.

“Nothing, it was my pleasure,” you said bashfully.

He reached for your hand and took it in his.

He then lifted it enough to press his perfect lips to the back of your hand and you could not hide how flustered you felt.

He smirked at you once again before he turned on his heel and left.

You stared at his retreating form and knew this was a story no one in your life would ever believe.

You squealed in happiness as you turned and headed off to finally complete your list of tasks.

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kckt88 · 1 year ago

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Courtship.

Summary:

Vaera arrives in Kings Landing too begin her courtship with Aemond.

Warning(s): Misunderstanding, Swearing, Discussions of Abandonment, Dragon Flight, Description of non-con visit to Streets of Silk, First Kiss.

Word Count: 3351.

Author Note: A companion piece to Wedding & Consummation/Bath Time/Arrival(s)/Mother & Father/Petitions & Final Tributes/The Hand, The King & The Dragon/Dragonstone/Blood & Cheese/A Time for Grief/ Rooks Rest & the Silver King/The Gullet/Taking of a City/Harrenhal and the Rivers/The Gods Eye/The Fallen Queen/New Beginnings & Ravenous.

But can be read as a one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

After she had changed out of her riding leathers and bathed. Vaera decided to pass the time by making sure her things were unpacked and placed exactly where she wanted them. Not like she brought many of her things with her anyway.

A few dresses, and books and her most prized possession; a seahorse pendant that Laenor had given her just before they had moved to Dragonstone.

Her father was proud of his house and the history surrounding the Velaryon’s. His bedtime stories about the Merling King were some of her favourites when she was a child.

Suddenly a knock at the door broke her out of her reverie. It was a maid informing her that dinner was ready.

Before she left her chambers, Vaera managed to grab one of the books she had brought with her, ‘Se zaldrīzes lords hen uēpa valyrio’ (The Dragon lords of old Valyria).

She’d spent many hours in the library on Dragonstone looking for the perfect book to gift Aemond as part of their courtship and this was the one, she’d settled on.

Composed entirely in high Valyrian, it detailed house Targaryen and the other dragon lords of old Valyria before the doom. A piece of history long forgotten to some, but interesting to others.

Vaera just hoped that Aemond would like it.

Clutching the book close to her chest, Vaera silently followed the maid down the corridor. The only sound was the slap of her shoes against the stone floor and of course the clanging of Ser Arryk’s armour as he followed.

“Princess Vaera. Your Grace” said the maid after she had opened the large wooden door.

Vaera took a deep breath and entered the dining room. Sitting at the long table was the Queen, Otto Hightower, Aegon, Aemond and Helaena.

“Welcome Princess. Pease come in” said Alicent smiling.

Vaera nodded slightly and slowly approached the table, suddenly becoming very aware of everyone staring at her.

“Allow me to introduce, Aemond” said Alicent proudly as Aemond rose from his seat, he had grown tall since she’d last seen him, his body lean and covered with leather, his features were so sharp yet so perfect that his face looked like it had been carved by the gods of old Valyria themselves.

His long silver hair tied back, the scar that bisected the left side of his face only added to his already striking allure, his missing eye covered by an eyepatch. Never in her life had Vaera seen a man so handsome.

“Pleased to see you again my Prince” replied Vaera bowing her head slightly.

Aemond merely hummed in response, his arms folded elegantly behind his back.

“What do you have there Princess?” asked Otto curiously.

“Oh, it’s a courtship gift for Prince Aemond” muttered Vaera blushing.

“How thoughtful” said Alicent brightly.

“I found it in the library on Dragonstone”.

“What is this book about?” asked Otto.

“A history of the Dragon lords of old Valyria. It’s composed entirely in high Valyrian, I thought Prince Aemond might like it”.

Aemond stared at her for a moment and then he gave her a sharp nod.

Vaera quickly handed him the book and then took a seat next to Helaena.

Admittedly Aemond’s lack of reaction towards her gift did upset her, she had spent hours looking for it, the least he could do was say thank you.

“How are you finding the Red Keep so far?” asked Helaena.

“It feels good to be home” replied Vaera.

“Was Dragonstone not your home?”

“No. It was not” muttered Vaera as she took a small sip of wine.

“Should you like to come and spend time with me and the children in the gardens tomorrow?” asked Helaena brightly.

“I would love to” replied Vaera happily.

The rest of the dinner passed by relatively quickly, as Vaera readily engaged her aunt in conversation. Aemond was silently observing her and Aegon was in his cups.

“Would you not like some of the pudding?” asked Alicent.

“No thank you. I couldn’t possibly eat another bite” replied Vaera as she dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

Alicent nodded slightly and returned her attention to her father who was talking about something in Oldtown.

“You don’t talk much do you niece?” asked Aegon.

“I only talk to people who I find intellectually stimulating” replied Vaera smirking as Helaena giggled.

“Well then, your marriage to my brother is going to be dreadfully dull, he’s ignorant in the ways of meaningful conversation, as well as other things”.

“I’m used to being ignored uncle; it is of little consequence to me” muttered Vaera sadly.

“Is everything ok Princess?” asked Alicent.

“Actually, Your Grace I was wondering if I could be excused. Mayhaps Ser Arryk could escort me back to my chambers”.

“Yes of course” replied Alicent, her voice laced with concern as she watched Vaera rise from the table and quickly leave the room.

‘She probably spent hours looking for that book and you barely reacted. Great start to your courtship brother. Gods your such a twat’

Aemond paced his chambers like a caged animal. He couldn’t get his brothers words out of his mind. Admittedly Aegon was right, although Aemond would never admit such a thing out loud.

The thought of Vaera spending hours scouring the library on Dragonstone to find him the perfect courtship gift only for him to brush it off as if it was nothing troubled him greatly.

Never before did he have such a desire to make things right, the look of hurt on Vaera’s face after she’d presented him with the book made his insides squirm. Even more so when he later opened the book and saw her message to him.

‘Naejot īlva beginning’ (To our beginning).

‘Kostagon īlon sōvegon va īlva zaldrīzoti syt eternity’ (May we fly on our dragon’s for eternity).

No, he had to fix it. So, with an air of determination, he decided to make an impromptu visit to the market.

He wasn’t overly fond of descending into the streets of Kings Landing as it usually meant trawling after his wastrel of a brother only to find him on the streets of silk cock deep in some whore. But today was not about his brother, it was about his betrothed.

When she came into the dining room clutching that book, Aemond swore his heart stopped for a moment. He always thought Vaera was pretty even when they were children, but as a woman grown, she was the image of perfect Valyrian beauty. Her long wavy silver hair and her light amethyst eyes that gave her an almost ethereal look.

She was truly a diamond in the rough of those ‘strong bastards’ she had for brothers.

However, Aemond couldn’t help but notice a certain air of sadness around his future wife, she was very quiet at the dinner and when she did speak it was only to his own sweet sister Helaena, or his mother.

He supposed it was just Vaera being naturally nervous, but when she said that ‘Dragonstone was not her home’ it intrigued him and mayhaps one day he would find out what she meant.

There were many shiny trinkets on offer at the market, but none of them seemed right. Just as Aemond began to feel disheartened at his failure to procure a gift for Vaera he spotted a leather-bound sketchbook. The cover had intricate markings that almost made it look like it was covered with dragon scales. He remembered when Vaera was younger, she enjoyed drawing and actually had quite the talent for it. So, without hesitation Aemond paid for the gift and some additional drawing charcoal and headed back to the Red Keep.

Vaera wasn’t in her chambers, she was with Helaena and the children in the gardens. So, Aemond left his gift on her desk and quickly left, he was due to begin his training with Ser Criston and he couldn’t be late. He just prayed to the seven that Vaera liked her gift.

Spending the morning with Helaena and the children was delightful. They spoke of many things whilst they were in the gardens and for the first time in a long time Vaera felt seen and appreciated. It was nice to sit and talk to someone and actually have them listen, she spoke to Helaena of her time on Dragonstone and how lonely she’d felt and if it wasn’t for her Cannibal, then she didn’t know where she’d be now. Helaena also confided much in Vaera that morning and it was then that a bond began to form.

“We shall be firm friends you and I” whispered Helaena.

“I hope so” replied Vaera smiling as she took her aunts hand in hers and squeezed it gently.

Jaehaerys and Jaehaera were such delightful children, blessed with all the sweetness of their mother, giggling as they chased butterflies around the gardens.

Soon their time in the gardens came to an end and Vaera found herself being escorted back to her chambers by Ser Arryk.

As soon as she opened the door, Vaera spotted the wrapped gift on her desk. Smiling slightly as she read the hastily scribbled note that was attached.

‘Syt ao issa future ābrazȳrys’ (For you my future wife).

Vaera undid the wrapping and gasped as the leather-bound sketch book came into view.

If there was ever a perfect gift, this was it, she loved to draw and she was touched that Aemond had remembered.

So, Vaera left her chambers and asked Ser Arryk to escort her to Aemond’s chambers, at first the knight was quite hesitant to agree to her request, but he eventually relented when she assured him that it was merely to say thank you and she wouldn’t actually be going into Aemond’s chambers.

Turns out that his chambers weren’t that far from her own, and after taking a deep breath, Vaera knocked on the door.

A few moments later, the door opened and Aemond appeared.

“Princess”

“I don’t wish to intrude, I just wanted to say thank you for my gift” replied Vaera.

“Your welcome” said Aemond.

Vaera hesitated for a moment before she took a step towards Aemond and placed a kiss on his scared cheek.

“Have a good day my Prince” whispered Vaera.

“Would you like to spend time with me tomorrow, Princess? We could sit in the gardens and read the book you gave me” suggested Aemond.

“I would like that very much” replied Vaera smiling.

“If you’ll excuse me, Princess. I need to bathe. I had quite the rigorous training session”

“Of course, I’ll see you later at dinner” replied Vaera happily as she turned on her heel and headed back towards her chambers, not noticing Aemond briefly touching the place where she had kissed him.

“Kostōba isse magic, se zaldrīzes lords hen uēpa valyrio issi ivestretan emagon gaomagon binding spells se horns naejot control pōja zaldrīzoti, se pōnta gaomagon zaldrīzes perzys naejot reshape dōron” said Vaera (Strong in magic, the dragon lords of old Valyria are said to have used binding spells and horns to control their dragons, and they used dragon flame to reshape stone).

Aemond reclined against the trunk of the weirwood tree and closed his eye. Vaera was very proficient in high Valyrian, and her voice was smooth and firm as she spoke the words of their forebears. In truth, it was rather enjoyable listening to his future wife.

“Lentor belaerys istan mēre hen izulēpsa zaldrīzes āeksio families hen valyrio” spoke Vaera (House Belaerys was one of the forty dragon lord families of Valyria).

“Did you know that Jaenara Belaerys and her dragon Terrax-“

“-Flew further than anyone had ever previously dared. She returned three years later after having found only endless jungle, deserts, and mountains. Jaenara declared that Sothoryos was as large as Essos and a land without end” said Vaera smiling as she gently closed the book she was holding.

“You are well educated Princess” said Aemond.

“I read many books during my years on Dragonstone, although Maester Gerardys was the one who taught me high Valyrian” replied Vaera.

“I also spent most of my time in the library. Ever the good son, studying and trying to be worth something” said Aemond.

“I know that feeling” whispered Vaera.

“At dinner you said Kings Landing felt like home. What did you mean?” asked Aemond.

“I’ve never felt close to my mother or my brothers. Laenor was always there for me, the Red Keep is where I have the fondest memories of my time with him” replied Vaera.

“-What about Dragonstone?” questioned Aemond.

“After Laenor died. I felt so alone. It was like I didn’t fit with my own family. Even after I discovered the truth of who I was. It didn’t matter” said Vaera.

“The truth?” mused Aemond.

“I’m not some Strong bastard who was lucky enough to favour my mother’ s colouring, and I am not the daughter of Laenor Velaryon. I am the product of my mother’s wedding night dalliance with her Uncle Daemon” replied Vaera.

“I would have thought that being the rogue princes daughter would afford you some delight to your mother” said Aemond.

Vaera’s little confession was not surprising at all. Aemond had long suspected that Daemon was her true father. She was no strong and she bore no resemblance at all to Laenor Velaryon.

Technically she was a bastard but her mother’s later marriage to Daemon slightly validated her birth, but her blood was more Valyrian than his and the blood of the dragon ran thick and Aemond knew she was of value based on that alone.

“You would think so. But all she saw when she looked at me was the reminder of Daemon’s abandonment. After their tryst, he left Kings Landing and ended up across the narrow sea with Laena Velaryon” muttered Vaera.

“And your brothers?”

“It was far easier for me to be passed off as Laenor’s daughter. My strong brother’s. Not so much. I guess they grew to resent my Valyrian looks” said Vaera.

“But with your mother’s marriage to Daemon, surely things would have improved for you”.

“I had no desire to get to know Daemon, despite my blood, Laenor is my father and losing him was tough, plus Daemon isn’t overly kind to those he views as mistakes. He once told me that I was only worth the dragon I claimed” retorted Vaera.

“How did you come to claim the Cannibal?”

“Ever since I stepped foot on Dragonstone, I kept feeling as though something on the Dragon mount was calling out for me. I tried to ignore it as I wasn’t sure I should answer, but after you claimed Vhagar, I realised what that voice was and I couldn’t ignore it anymore. At first, I thought it was Vermithor, but the feeling led me into another cave. Littered with the bones of those who had tried and failed to make a claim” said Vaera.

“Were you afraid?” asked Aemond.

“Oh, I was terrified. But somehow, I knew that Cannibal wouldn’t hurt me” said Vaera.

“Claiming one of the most feared dragons alive is quite the achievement”.

“So was claiming the last living remnant of Aegon’s conquest” whispered Vaera.

“A sentiment not shared by everyone” replied Aemond.

“I meant what I said that night on Driftmark. You didn’t steal Vhagar” said Vaera.

“I-I never did thank you for trying to help me” whispered Aemond.

“It never should’ve happened in the first place” said Vaera quietly.

After a few moments of silence. Aemond gently took the book from Vaera and began to read the next chapter.

After that day in the gardens, Vaera and Aemond spent as much time together as they were allowed.

As he got to know her more and more, Aemond found himself enjoying the time he spent with his future wife. They took turns reading their favourite books, or simply sitting with Helaena and the children as they played outside.

Vaera would often sit under the weir wood tree with her sketchbook open in her lap and create such beautiful works of art. One of them was a picture of Vhagar that Aemond had framed after Vaera had presented it to him. It hung pride of place on the wall in his chambers.

Vaera would also visit the training yard on occasion and stand with the other ladies and noblemen who would often observe his training sessions with awe.

Eventually Vaera would soon discover that she possessed a natural talent for using a bow and arrow and Aemond found himself standing proud as his future wife would fire arrows at targets with such precision and accuracy that she looked like she’d been doing it for years. Some people may have turned their noses up at the Princesses behaviour, but Aemond was always quick to defend her.

Vaera also began visiting the Sept. It was quite a shock to see her knelt down beside his mother giving thanks to the seven.

When he questioned her about it, Vaera was open and honest about her attempts to get closer to Alicent as she was soon to be her good mother and she wanted to prove that she was not like her own mother. Vaera wasn’t a true believer in the faith of the seven, but she respected it.

Perhaps the most significant time of their courtship was when they flew their dragons together.

It pleased Vaera no end that Vhagar actually seemed to enjoy the Cannibal’s presence, given his reputation, many of the other dragons were afraid of him. But Vhagar had no such issue, and she readily took to the sky alongside him.

Aemond directed Vaera and Cannibal to an island just near the Stepstones. It turned out to be a place where Aemond would often come with Vhagar to be alone and have time to think.

It was here that Aemond confessed to his visit to the streets of silk on his thirteenth name day.

Vaera was patient and listened when he told her that it made him feel dirty, and disgusted with himself, that he wanted to wait until he was married before he lay with a woman, yet it was Aegon who dragged him there, to make him a man, to make sure he was as educated as he was.

His brother would try to tempt him numerous times to return to the whore that took his innocence, but he was frightened and would often hide in his chambers.

He often felt less of a man for doing so, but he didn’t want to sully himself any further with a paid whore.

He desired a wife, a woman who would look at him as he was and love him with every breath she would take. A woman who would be his and his alone.

She was that woman, and Aemond knew in his blood that Vaera was meant to be his, they were twin flames that were always meant to burn together.

It was also here where Aemond removed his eyepatch in front of Vaera for the first time and showed her what lay beneath. The eyelid was missing, with the surrounding flesh red and scarred, yet nestled within the hollow where his eye had once been, was the brightest sapphire that Vaera had ever seen, it was so hauntingly beautiful.

Yet Aemond lowered his head, almost as if he was scared of her reaction to what he considered as ugly and disfigured.

Vaera gently placed her hand on Aemond’s scared cheek and smiled.

“Issa gevie zaldrīzes” (My beautiful dragon).

“Vaera” whispered Aemond as a lone tear trickled down his cheek.

“Ao issi drējī nykeā irudy hen se gods” replied Vaera (You are truly a gift from the gods).

“Avy jorrāelan-” muttered Aemond (I love you).

“-Avy jorrāelan issa gēlenka zaldrīzes” replied Vaera sweetly (I love you my silver dragon).

Aemond smiled at Vaera as he placed his hands on her face and kissed her gently.

Sure, it was inappropriate and technically they weren’t supposed to spend prolonged periods of time alone with each other, but this was their moment, and no one would take it from them.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #hotd fanfic #aemond x oc #aemond fanfiction #hotd aemond #aemond fic #aemond x original female character #aegon ii targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower #helaena targaryen

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the-original-skipps · 5 months ago

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I desperately crave for a trope where the reader heavily despises Suo because he's basically the embodiment of perfection, and perfection is literally what reader hates the most.

She thinks people who portrays themselves in such way is nothing more than an illusion because underneath that perfect facade is nothing more than an individual who fears no one would accept them for their flaws. Reader thinks Suo is a coward for not embracing his true self, but there is also a theory that perhaps Suo is simply the perfect man everyone makes him out to be. He doesn't find the need to hide much things (aside from the reason why he wears an ugly-ass eyepatch) because Suo genuinely seems like the type of person to understand his flaws, embrace them, and reflect on them to become a good person.

But, that is what makes the reader hate him EVEN MORE. She despises how everyone praises his name. She despises how everytime he speaks, the room would be quiet so they could hear him. She waits for the day where he would make a mistake and be punished, just so he won't be this perfect person anymore.

Until arrived the day he DID make a mistake. Suo fell in love with the reader.

An ordinary girl who has probably made more memories in her head rather than reality.

An ordinary girl who could disappear from a crowd without being noticed.

An ordinary girl who never wishes for more because she's naturally always given less.

Suo, being the teasing master that he is, treated the reader as someone nothing more but a plaything to make fun of. Someone he could bully in front of his friends. Being Suo, he is certainly aware of the hatred reader bares towards him.

He was alright with it at first, after all, you're nothing special. The more he knew about reader and her past traumas, the better he understood.

It makes sense why reader would hate him, and it was slowly starting to hurt. Soon, he started to see himself the way reader sees him. He realized that being perfect is what makes you a very flawed person.

The reader and Suo are stuck between this one-sided love/one-sided hate relationship.

Suo started teasing Reader less, but instead, treated her with unconditional love and care. He wanted to fulfill what the world has failed to give her, even if she pushes him away plenty of times.

His perfection is what made her hate him, but her flaws is what made him love her.

WOW thank you for sharing this with me 🤍 you literally wrote an entire one shot plot hahaha I LOVE LOVE THIS TROUPE really reminds me of a shoujo manga reader be like

reader: I hate the way that you talk the way that you walk I hate the way that you dressー

suo: :D

enemies to lovers? hehehe

#love love loveee #amazing muah #skipps chat #eyepatch man discussion

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 1 year ago

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Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 5

Propaganda

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show

Young hot rocker dilf

Loyal to his dead wife <3

Does in fact smoke weed

BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)

His band was a Christmas cover band btw.

Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy

Anti government (ofc)

Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)

Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??

Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch

One incredibly buff arm

Has a pet rat named after his son <3

Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged

OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE

HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON

A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)

HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS

IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED

Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence

Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!

I can’t put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.

Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so

HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS X’S AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY X’S. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDN’T EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. There’s absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they don’t really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. He did not do the BDSM episode for this I’ll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.

Glenn is the goofiest sexiest character there is and I will die on this hill! I will ride into battle for him! what Dndads created is truly unique and Glenn is a key part of that and for that he deserves to win. I said it before and I'll say it again - GLENN SWEEEEEP

Can we talk about how he says ‘baby’ casually? Like he just calls people that?? That’s HOT. THAT IS HOT!! He’s also bilingual and knows Japanese!!!! He’s a big dumb idiot with a lot of charisma!!!!!! HE WORKED AT A BDSM PLACE FOR TWO SEPARATE ONE SHOTS. HES SO SAD BUT PLAYS IT OFF LIKE HE’S CHILL ALL THE TIME!! HE DOESN’T THINK OF HIMSELF AS SINGLE BECAUSE HE DIDN’T DIVORCE HIS DEAD WIFE!!! He’s like.. the perfect guy. We need this win.

I’d also like to add the fact I made this. Which is the first 11 episodes edited to (almost) only have Glenn in them <3 which is a level of insanity I hope to reiterate. These took hours to make. I wouldn’t do that for anyone else.

Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.

Mod Note 2: This tournament is about fictional podcast characters. Please do not vote for the real actress Glenn Close.

Amber Gris (The Adventure Zone: Ethersea):

Middle aged woman who punches sharks to death. My hero

If you love me you'll vote for amber gris I swear to everything holy on earth amen

Amber is butch, instant win

Amber Gris has a negative charisma modifier and she pissed her pants on purpose in order to trick a guard and knock him out. She tied up a dude. She once killed an evil magic shark (they're out for murder. not like real sharks) by punching it and then picked it up and smashed it into another shark, also killing it. She talks in a southern accent. She calls people guppy because it indicates a lack of respect. She has a big pair of magical green arms that come from her stomach. She got a fancy jacket and immediately ripped its sleeves off. She has a gay thing going on with one of the political leaders in the city. She gets in fights with people and doesnt do vulnerability and tries to lay low and not get in any social trouble she doesn't have to. She jumped through a portal into a new world because she could. She's now the god of said world, alone with only afformentioned political leader, who was previously possessed and she had to fight. She spends her time in a bar called the Cloaca. She calls people she doesn't like claspers, because it means shark penis. She and her friend, an old man named Uncle Joshy, sneak attack each other and yell VIBE CHECK! She tries to talk fancy to impress people and she's really bad at it (verily).

She’s everything and more. She’s irreverent. She punches sharks for a living. She becomes God. What more do you need in a butch.

amber gris propaganda: she is straightup the physical embodiment of "women want me, fish fear me." also she's an appalachian post apocalyptic sea captain. that's just objectively cool.

AMBER GRIS IS PUNCHES SHARKS AND IS (one of) THE MOST BADASS BLACK WOMEN PCS IN DND SHOWS IVE EVER SEEN. SHES INCREDIBLE AND A WIN FOR DYKES EVERYWHERE

amber's creator said she was based off of the type of working-class woman you commonly see in appalachia where "this is the sort of woman that you see walking past CVS, and you know that a truck could hit her and it would just split around her as she continued to go pick up whatever she had to do that day." and that's pretty hot

guys Amber becomes lesbian god of the new world with her childhood “”friend””

#amber gris is LITERALLY a middle-aged butch #she would win this entire tournament in a just world

Last time Amber got horny was when she killed that shark

"it was a savage bummer though, don't-- trust me, there's nothing that great about a history. You know? I got one. What did I do, killed a bunch of sharks? Last time I got horny, god and christ I can't even tell you-- well, it was when I killed that shark. But! Hey. We're all just kinda figuring it out."

Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast: Bahumia):

She's a hot elf with mushrooms growing on her. She has 1 level of barbarian. She's bisexual. She shapeshifted into a dragon and ate a god.

how tf does the post not mention Moonshine’s giant boobs her greatest asset

Moonshine has canonically gone down on a woman for a solid hour without asking for anything in return. Moonshine edged a dryad just by kissing them. Moonshine faced down someone being controlled to kill everyone in his path and told him if he still wanted to hurt her, she would take his blows as a friend. Moonshine makes jambalaya for her family and friends. Moonshine mispronounced someone’s name for a month and that woman still wanted to hook up with Moonshine. These are just a few of the reasons why Moonshine is sexy.

shes illiterate

canonically huffs dirty water from a bong

has big tatas

wears a belly chain with a demon trapped in it

almost became the queen of hell

ate a god

turned into a pregnant moose & gave birth

The woman she went down on for an hour asking nothing in return is still hung up on her, 200 years later. Moonshine is unmatched

To be clear the woman whose name Moonshine mispronounced for a month and then hooked up with is the same woman she went down on for an hour, and the same woman who is still flustered over her 200 years later. The rizz is unparalleled. She’s also incredibly kind and accepting of others, and goes out of her way to bolster her friends. The party always requests one big bed.

moonshine cybin is a druid who learned counterspell through sheer force of will. moonshine cybin turned one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse into a dolphin, flew him 60 feet up into the air, dropped him on the ground, and then spit spores into his face to kill him. moonshine cybin turned into a dragon and bit the head off of a double god. moonshine cybin was willing to confine herself to an eternal hell to save the world. moonshine cybin is a dragon rider. you know what you must do.

Amber and Moonshine Together

Look at them. They should not have to fight when they could be gay instead. Imagine the power they would have combined... Every lesbian in a hundred mile radius of the post would swoon. It may be an odd alliance, but from an Ethersea fan to Bahumia fans, i believe this will strengthen both our odds. I have always been insane about Amber Gris but through this poll I have also learned about Moonshine and come to love her too. Take my hand... We can do this together...

OKAY HEAR ME OUT MOONSHINE AND AMBER WOULD GET ALONG SO WELL

appalachian sapphic solidarity!

Art of Amber and Moonshine from @pirateknight.

#Round 5 #Glenn Close #Glenn Close DnDads #Moonshine Cybin #Amber Gris #Not Another D&D Podcast #Bahumia #The Adventure Zone #TAZ Ethersea #Dungeons & Daddies #Dungeons and Daddies

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machiroads · 3 months ago

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hit me with 7 and 11 for the fanfic ask game bestie

#11 If you had to pick a single trope to read for the next seven-and-half years, which trope would that be?

Probably like. Slice of life? As much as I love h/c and angst and [REDACTED] I really do just enjoy stories about blorbo from my shows like. going to the grocery store.

#7 Share a line or paragraph you’ve written that you don’t think will ever actually be posted in anything! (Or, if you don’t hoard cut sentences and passages like I do, share anything you want that has yet to see the light of day!)

JUST FOR YOU I also got you a tidbit from the now defunct version of When The Battle's Lost & Won where Kuroboro lives, and he is discussing Mic's uh. Complicated feelings with Aizawa.

"I think Hizashi is mad at me."

Shouta shrugs. "Probably."

"Are you mad at me?"

Shouta closes his eye and passes his hand behind his neck, rolling the base of his skull across his knuckles. "I'm too tired to be mad at you," he replies, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Judging from the deep smear of purple under Shouta's one visible eye, he's probably not bluffing about that.

"I think Hizashi is mad at you on my behalf," Shouta adds, his voice not betraying any emotion.

"Because of USJ," he clarifies.

"And Jaku," Shouta adds. "And the other day. He's tired of seeing me get fucked over by you guys."

He winces at Shouta's language, but really, it's his own crude assessment of what happened, he can call it whatever he wants.

When Tomura disintegrated his elbow at USJ and had a Nomu pound his face into concrete, that was him getting fucked over. When Tomura shot him with a quirk-destroying bullet, then mangled his eye so severely it had to be removed, that was him getting fucked over. When he unleashed the Sad Man's Parade on Shouta and his student the other day, that was him getting fucked over.

"I—I don't know what he wants from me," he says stupidly.

Shouta shrugs again. "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"I don't think he wants to talk to me."

Shouta rolls his eye, exasperated. "Man with voice quirk doesn't want to talk. Yeah sure," he says sarcastically.

He leans over to smack Shouta's arm, and it's solid, meatier than it ever was when they were kids.

Shouta swats his hand away, a grin playing at his lips.

"The kind of resolution Hizashi wants…I don't think is suitable for someone that's hospitalized."

"You think he wants to fight me?" he asks incredulously.

Shouta smiles. "As much as he loves to run his mouth, he's a tactile person too."

"Kind of childish though, isn't it?"

"We were kids when you died," Shouta rationalizes.

"Seventeen isn't that young," he argues.

There's a tightness to Shouta's eyes, the creases visible even around the eyepatch. "Maybe it didn't feel young then," he says quietly. "But it does now."

It takes him a moment to remember that he's only one third of the reason Shouta is temporarily staying in Tokyo; him, Mirko the number five hero, and Bakugou Katsuki.

"How's Bakugou," he asks. Yet another piece of Tomura's handiwork, several times in the running.

"Doing better," Shouta replies. "He's always been very conscientious of his own health. An early to bed, early to rise kind of kid. He'll be fine."

#Machiwrites #if I had infinite time and an empty WIP folder i'd probably actually write this as a standalone now #but also Crumbled Rooftops is right there

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danthediamondminecart · 1 month ago

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RBBTober Day 1/2 - Roleswap

Hey, it’s day one of that prompt list! Let’s go!

The writing drabble for today is under the cut, and will also be posted on my writing socials (you know the ones)!

What I’m also going to do, is where relevant, I’ll put images of the AU that never got posted here on Tumblr. So I'm not drawing like 3 drawings at once, the drawings made specifically for the prompts will be labelled as such, lol. The Swap AU supplementals are also under the cut, as well as some further discussion on the au!

“Do you truly hate Tanqr?”

Kreek lays back against the chair the interviewer so helpfully provided for him (though it's very uncomfortable). He adjusts his glasses and takes a second to think of a good response.

“Nah. I don’t see why I would. Sure, he's annoying, a little bit of a man child, incredibly braindead at times, loud and overconfident, a little bit too bloodthirsty for me, but I don't hate him, not really. We play it up for the cameras, yknow? He's the only person I think I would've been happy with beating me in RB Battles, even if he likes to boast about it way too much and uses it to get on my nerves half the time. I try to win everything I can, and when I don’t I get annoyed with myself and others, but after he won, I didn’t feel that way. I never have. He's a nice guy, even if he has trouble showing it sometimes, I respect him and I respect his drive to win, his competitiveness, his determination. We're similar in that way.”

“I...see.”

~~~

“Do you truly hate Kreek?”

“Of course not!” That was an instant response. Even with only one visible (the other being covered by an eyepatch), the surprise in Tanqr’s eyes is obvious. “How dare you!”

At the interviewer's mild discomfort, Tanqr settles down and laughs it off.

“I'm just pulling your leg. I'd call us...best buds who like to torment each other a little bit too much. He's so smug about everything and thinks he's better than everyone, he's super smart and charismatic and he knows it, he's aloof and loves to take the mick outta me, but...I can't hate him despite it all. He sucks, but in a way that it's not hard to be his friend once you get over the initial hurdle. Plus...I like the fact he didn't get too upset that I beat him. Any other person and they would've hated me. The fans already hated me, I don’t know if I could have handled anyone else. But not Kreek. I appreciate him for that. What can I say, tryhards stick together!”

"...Got it."

~~~

So, as you can tell, Swap!Kreek & Tanqr are...very different from C!Kreek & Tanqr, because they're actually friends. This actually isn't really a roleswap AU - it's closer to a personality swap AU, but the roles stay the same. Because of that personality swap, Kreek took losing Season 1 a lot better, meaning that his and Tanqr's rivalry never got worse than something friendly and now they're best friends who beat each other up on occasion. But it's very "I'm the only person who can tease him, thanks very much!"

#rb battles #yandan draws #roblox battles #rbbblr #kreekcraft #roblox #tanqr #yandan writes #rbb #rbb fanart #rbbtober #rbbtober 2024 #rb battles swap au #rbb swap au #ill use both tags for it ig #not gonna tag ibella bc she's not a focus #rb battles au

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athanza · 2 years ago

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"Snowfall" - Part I

Fem!reader (from a non-canon, lesser known house) + Aemond Targaryen (romantic) + Rhaenyra Targaryen (platonic) + Damon Targaryen (platonic) + Helaena Targaryen (platonic)

Tags: Family drama, royal politics, romance, platonic fluff, angst, lots of tention (good and bad), protective Aemond, protective Rhaenyra, found family

Warnings: An attempted SA in part III, mentions of parent death during childbirth, parental abuse, canon violence, Aegon being a creep, a little bit of light smut later down the line but nothing too nsfw.

Summary: Elisana's father brings her with him to King's Landing when he's summoned by the Queen to discuss a rebellion in his territories. Her and Prince Aemond begin to fall for each other but family secrets begin to surface and it creates a tense situation between her house and house Targaryen.

I'm not super knowledgeable about the lore etc so bare with me on this one. Written in 3rd person. Enjoy! ♡

Part II | Part III | Part IV

When your father, Eris Denaron, told you that you were to accompany him to King's Landing you were excited at first, until you remembered what the princes were like when you were little; obnoxious and sometimes unbearable to be be around. You hoped they had matured since you saw them last, but one thing can be said about boys is that they take far too long to grow up.

"I need you to be on your best behaviour while we're in their company, Elisa." Said her father. "These are sensitive talks, and the last thing we need is another incident like the last time you were there."

"That was 9 years ago, father. I choose my battles far more carefully now than you give me credit for."

"That doesn't mean your temper has calmed." He sighed. "You are too much like your mother."

"I won't cause any trouble, you have my word."

His stern face gave away very little, but you could tell your words gave him some reassurance.

"I must make my way to the council chambers. Pay a visit to your cousins, make small talk. With any luck, by the end of this, I will have organised a betrothal."

He left swiftly, his navy velvet cloak trailing behind him.

She walked to the window and took a deep breath as she stared out over King's Landing, her long white-blonde locks dancing gently in the warm breeze. She considered wondering the castle she hadn't seen in nearly a decade, but then her eye fell on the training yard, and they gleamed with intrigue.

A small crowd had gathered around the centre of the yard, and two men fought swiftly with each other. One of the men she recognised as Ser Criston, head of the King's guard, and the other had long silver locks but she was unsure if it was Aegon or Aemond as she hadn't seen either since they were children.

The fighting lasted a while and Elisa weaved her way through the crowd until she came to the front. When she saw the eyepatch she immediately recognised the silver haired man as Prince Aemond. She was surprised, he seemed different from when they were children, he used to be far more quiet, shy almost, but now he fought with such confidence and grace he almost seemed like a different person.

He had grown quite handsome since last they met, tall too. A far cry from the little prince she remembered.

With only one more swift motion Aemond had Ser Criston defeated, sword to his throat as he stood tall and proud, barely out of breath. The crowd applauded and muttered amongst themselves as they began to slowly disperse.

He had spotted Elisa from across the yard and walked over.

"Lady Denaron." He acknowledged.

"Prince Aemond." She curtsied. "Are you up for another challenger?"

His eyes narrowed slightly in intrigue and he smirked as he gestured for ser Criston to give her his sword.

"I never refuse a challenge."

Ser Criston hesitated but obliged and handed you his broadsword, stepping back to give you enough room to fight.

She had learned the skill of the sword against her father's wishes but with her 3 elder brothers, she was damned if she had to sit out and instead learn some nonsense such as embroidery. She needed to fight and had become quite good at it. She was confident.

She held fast, she saw the prince's agility in his fight with ser Criston and knew he would be quick, and just as that thought entered her mind, he swung his blade.

She parried, gauging the force of the blow to figure out his strength. He was holding back, and that insulted her.

She returned with four forceful strikes, one high, two mid and one hard hit from the side, Aemond dodging or parrying every single one.

They circled each other for a moment and she touched her blade to his, staring him down.

"If you hold back any longer I'll cut off your hands."

"I would gain much enjoyment in seeing you try."

In a swift, fluid motion she flicked her sword and caught his jacket, leaving a long cut horizontally across the sleeve and she saw his eye flicker with flame.

Some of the crowd had returned and gathered around once again, watching intently as they had never seen the prince fight a woman skilled with the sword before.

He brought his sword down on her from above, then the side and she dodged, almost not fast enough for the second blow. He wasn't holding back anymore.

He came at her again and again and she jabbed, almost getting him but he still managed to block it.

This dance continued for only a few more minutes before Aemond sent her sword flying and placed his blade to her throat.

The crowd applauded once again.

He was trying to hide it but he was out of breath a little and she smiled knowingly, briefly glancing down at his blade.

"You've grown quite skilled."

"As have you." He replied.

His eye lingered on her for an extra moment before lowering his sword. She had grown quite beautiful since last they met and he couldn't help but notice, but he turned away and sheathed his blade as the last of the crowd left.

"I will see you tomorrow for more training." Said Ser Criston, taking his sword back from Elisa as she held it out for him, nodding politely to her.

"I believe you mean another defeat." Aemond retorted with a smirk.

Sir Criston scoffed as he sheathed his blade and walked away, leaving Elisa and the prince alone in the training yard.

"Where did you learn the blade?" He asked, reaching for a chalice from a servant boy who arrived with a small decanter filled with wine.

"My teacher is head of our guard, much like yours. He's taught me since I was nine."

"You were lucky to find a teacher willing to instruct a woman."

"Maybe so." She replied, then smiled. "I kept you on your toes though."

He looked at you sideways as he sipped his wine, and you saw the corner of his mouth curl.

"Maybe so." He replied.

"Elisana!" Came her father's voice from the top of the stairs.

Aemond noticed her smile twist into contempt as Lord Eris walked down and stopped in front of his daughter.

"I told you to behave yourself and the first thing you do is pick up a sword?"

"I wasn't aware having fun counted as misbehaving."

"I apologise for my daughter Prince Aemond, she has an untamable fire, not unlike her mother's." There was a condescending tone in his words that made her want to take the prince's sword and show him what a true opponent really was but restrained herself.

"There is no apology necessary Lord Denaron, I always welcome new apponants."

"I appreciate your understanding my Prince but there are better opponents than a woman."

Those words began to grow the same contempt from Elisana within Aemond and he took another sip of wine.

"Come Elisana."

She bit the inside of her lip to stop herself from arguing with her father in front of the prince and curtsied politely. Aemond bowed his head in return before she was ushered away.

When they were out of sight and earshot of the the prince, her father turned and struck her across the face.

"How many times must I remind you of your place!" He hissed. "If I see a sword in your hand again I will use it on you, do you understand!"

She looked up at her father with a hatred that could not be measured as she held a hand to her face. "You have my word." She growled and her father stormed down the hallway, leaving her to hold back tears and try to gather herself before anyone could see her.

That night at dinner she was seated next to Helaena who was a pleasant change of company from her husband Aegon who was drunkenly speaking obscenities on her opposite side.

"Are you really a Denaron Lady Elisana?" He asked. "You don't have the colourings of one."

Aemond noticed her tense at the question as he had been watching her.

"My mother was blonde." She replied. "I take after her."

"Is that so?" Aegon swirled the wine in his cup as he looked her over. "Anyone would think you were a Targaryen with that hair."

"I wouldn't be so bold as to say so your highness."

"I like it!" Beamed Helaena. "It makes us look like sisters."

Elisa smiled at her, she had always gotten along with Helaena and had occasionally sent letters by raven since they were children. She was the only one who she had kept in contact with in the nine years since she was last in King's Landing.

"That is true." Said Alicent with a soft smile.

"Is it also true that you were caught fighting my brother in the training yard?" Helaena excitedly asked, a little tipsy from the wine she had been drinking.

"I had him on his toes the whole time." She whispered cheekily in reply.

Helaena giggled and Elisa smiled, she had always loved Helaena's strangeness. She was one of the few friends she had and she loved her dearly.

She didn't see Aemond's fond gaze from across the table as she laughed with his sister. He rarely saw her laughing like that, she was mostly quiet and a little withdrawn, especially when she was around Aegon.

Alicent also noticed her daughter laughing and smiled at seeing her so happy.

"Tell me, Lady Elisana, is it true you managed to give Aemond a challenge this afternoon in the training yard?" Asked Jacerys, gleefully leaping at the chance to mock his uncle.

"Is that how your shirt got damaged?" Lucerys snickered.

Elisa pursed her lips to attempt to hide her smile, knowing her father was glaring at her from the other end of the table.

"Perhaps one day you may give even a fraction of a challenge." Aemond retorted, retaining his usual expression, but she could see him clench his jaw, his eyes fixed despisingly on the brothers.

"Aemond." Said Alicent, giving a warning look from her place beside Rhaenyra, who gave the same look to her sons.

Jace and Luke cut it out but still exchanged glances at each other with stifled laughs.

"It is refreshing to see a woman with such skill with a blade." Said Rhaenyra. "I would like to see you fight while you're here."

"Perhaps not." Said Lord Eris, attempting to remain civil in the company of the Queen. "I'm sure there are more productive things for a woman to do than fight."

The air in the room immediately changed and the distain for Eris' comment was felt my most of the people in the room. Rhaenyra's expression said all it needed to as she shot a spiteful glance in his direction.

"If a woman can birth a child she can wield a sword." She said. "A wound from a blade is nothing compared to the pain of labors."

Elisana glanced nervously at Rhaenyra and then her father. She could feel his anger begin to rise and although she revelled in Rhaenyra's comment she knew she would be the one to take the repercussions of it later.

"Then why bother with it?" He replied.

"Father, please." Elisana pleaded quietly.

Aemond saw her face during this interaction and saw her anger towards her father and also her fear.

"Would you rather a woman die than be able to protect herself and her children?" Rhaenyra continued, snapping at him once again.

Elisa sat forward, a hand on the table. "Princess, let us change the subject."

Rhaenyra turned her head to her and saw her fear of her father and became even more enraged but stayed her comments.

"I think that's enough talk of this for one night." Said Alicent, standing up and smoothing out her skirts. "I shall retire to my chambers and I suggest you do the same, tomorrow's talks will be of great length."

"Of course, my Queen." Said Lord Eris almost behind gritted teeth.

A look of laboured relief appeared on Elisa's face and once the Queen had left she stood up and curtsied. "Excuse me." She said before leaving.

That night, Elisa sat in her chambers, worried that her father would burst in and set another 'example' and she was therefore unable to fully rest. She hadn't even yet changed into her night gown.

Her father always hated her for being a girl. He got his three heirs and had no need for her other than to wed her off in exchange for powerful connections.

Anger swelled in her gut day by day as she lived with him and she kept it down as best she could but one day she knew she would not be able to hold back and may kill the man without a thought of hesitation.

As she sat beside the fire, swirling a strand of silver hair around her finger there was a knock at the door and every muscle in her tensed. Though she realised her father wouldn't bother to knock and she turned to the door before getting up.

She opened it to reveal Aemond wearing a long black cloak with the hood up to hide his hair.

"Would you like an adventure?" He asked quietly, giving her playful smirk, one she hadn't seen since they were children.

He held up another cloak and Elisa smiled and put it on, looking both ways down the hall before they snuck out of the castle.

This is turning out to be way longer than I intended 😅😅 I hope you enjoyed part 1! Please like, comment and reblog! ♡

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #jacerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #fanfic #fanfiction #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen xfem!reader #aemond targaryen x fem reader #aemond fic #aemond targaryen x reader #fic #romance #snowfall #athanza

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